Chapter 329 Jinjiang
Ye Li is a person who doesn't like to mention the past.
His past experiences as a mortal were like a scar that had never healed for a thousand years, but it was covered by the majesty of ghosts and gods, and no one could peek into it.
For a general whose duty is to protect lives, is there any greater pain than watching the people he protects being slaughtered?
Not anymore.
He fought in battles over 3,000 miles in his life, and once fought against a million men with his sword.
But the awe-inspiring power on the battlefield eventually turned into bloody roars of unwillingness.
The blade of the long sword was bent, blood flowed like a river on the battlefield, and the flags were broken.
He failed to protect the people of Ye.
That was the only failure in his life, and it ended tragically.
It also became the guilt and pain that he buried deep in his soul, turning into obsession, supporting him to rush thousands of miles after his death, fight his way into Fengdu, and question the ghosts and gods.
It was a battle that shocked all gods and ghosts. It even overturned the laws of heaven and earth and remade the rules, making death no longer pure but resentment less severe.
Even the Heavenly Master who disliked Ye Li had to admit that what he accomplished was an unprecedented feat and there would never be such a crazy yet powerful battlefield again.
Although the ghost exorcists thousands of years ago could not understand Ye Li and followed their sects in scolding Ye Li, they admired Ye Li in private.
- Think about it, if they were murdered, would there be someone who would stand up for their death and resentment, turning the world upside down just to seek justice?
There won’t be any.
Only Yeli.
Therefore, even though the massacre in Ye was brutal, many people secretly envied the people of Ye because they had someone to protect them.
But for Ye Li, he was able to calm the resentment of the people, avenge their vengeful enemies, and send the wronged souls to reincarnation.
But it is unable to overturn life and death and bring back to life the people who died tragically.
He is the ghost who controls death. What he can do is to judge their sins and merits and send them back into reincarnation.
However, he must maintain the balance of yin and yang, life and death. Even he himself cannot destroy the cycle of life and death.
This is his duty as the Lord of Fengdu.
Therefore, Ye Li left the mortal part of himself in Ye forever and was buried with the people of the city.
Even after death, he wanted to see the people off for the last time.
However, ghosts and gods can avoid their past, but the Tao cannot be avoided.
If you want to become a great master, you must be able to observe your own life objectively and coldly.
No matter in the past, present, or future, there is nothing and no emotion that can shake me.
Only in this way can we guide all things to a brilliant and peaceful future in a just manner, without any selfish desires.
So, when Ye Li approached his burial place, the memories of the past finally came back like a bone ulcer, and were bloody revealed before his and Yan Shixun's eyes.
Ye Li pursed his pale, bloodless lips, and after a moment's silence, he smiled at Yan Shixun again.
"Don't worry, Shi Xun."
He walked forward slowly, hugged Yan Shixun tightly with his strong arms, and whispered in his lover's ear: "Where you are is where I belong."
“No matter how far I go or what situation I’m in, as long as I know your direction, I will definitely come back.”
If the road blocks my way to you... then, overturn this useless road!
Ye Li lowered his head slightly, pressed close to his lover's neck, hiding the determination in his eyes.
Yan Shixun did not reject Ye Li's approach, even though the warm breath beside his ear seemed to blow into his heart, plucking his heartstrings like a feather, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.
He smiled, slowly stretched out his hand, and hugged Ye Li's strong and upright body.
"I know."
Yan Shixun said softly: "I also know that you will not let me down, so... don't worry about anything and do what you want."
"If the avenue really wants you to be reduced to ashes, I will rescue you and bring you back to my side."
"From the dead end of the Avenue."
Ye Li was slightly surprised and his eyes slowly widened.
He had never thought that a ghost exorcist who took the protection of heaven and earth and all living things would sometimes go against the Great Dao.
The exorcist, who had always been selfless and fair, finally had his own selfish desires, and put him in his heart, placing him on the same level as heaven and earth.
The deep love without understanding the true love is more touching.
At that moment, all the noise in Ye Li's ears disappeared. In the blank silence, the only thing he could hear was Yan Shixun's steady and powerful heartbeat.
Bang, bang, bang…
Every sound stepped on Ye Li's own heartbeat and crashed into his soul.
With Yan Shixun's words, Ye Li felt that even if he really turned to ashes and died, he would have no regrets.
Ye Li's arms, which were hugging Yan Shixun, gradually tightened, as if he wanted to cut open his chest and put Yan Shixun into his heart, never to be separated, no matter life or death.
Yan Shixun rarely refused Ye Li's prolonged approach.
But after a while, even though Ye Li was reluctant, he slowly let go of Yan Shixun.
He held Yan Shixun's cheek with his bony hands, chuckled and slowly kissed her.
Their auras blended and their eyes met.
There was no living being in the world in that kiss, only the lovers named Ye Li and Yan Shixun.
"I'll be back soon."
Ye Li's smile was gentle: "Wait for me."
There is no sunlight in the cave and it is cold all year round.
But that hug was enough to dispel all the cold and darkness.
Yan Shixun nodded slightly towards Ye Li.
He just stood there, holding the ball of light given to him by the King of Hell, watching Ye Li turn around and walk into the darkness with his long robe trailing on the ground.
The general who had been watching calmly, also looked at Yan Shixun deeply after Ye Li's figure completely disappeared.
No matter who I am, whether it’s me in the past or in the future, I will fall in love with you without hesitation, Shi Xun…
The general paused, but was unable to tell Yan Shixun the last sentence. He simply lowered his eyes, and after a long moment, he chuckled.
The next second, his tall and slender figure disintegrated into countless points of light and disappeared on the spot.
The general and Ye Li are of the same body but in different positions. They are the part of the mortal that the gods and ghosts are unwilling to accept.
Since Ye Li decided to accept the trial and return to the battlefield a thousand years ago to become a great master, then there is naturally no possibility for the general to exist anymore.
For them, there are only two possibilities left.
One is that Ye Li successfully breaks through the remaining scars on himself and becomes one with his body and soul.
The other is death and disappearance of the soul.
The last ghost in the world also died here and turned into rain, dew and flowing clouds.
In any case, this should be the last time the general and Yan Shixun see each other.
Without the obstruction of Yeli, the general seemed able to confide his feelings to Yan Shixun and steal the treasure while the treasure was unguarded.
But he said nothing.
Between the world and Yan Shixun, the general chose the world.
He clearly saw Dao's intention and knew that Dao wanted to leave a possibility for the future.
——Even if the avenue collapses, there will be new avenues that can support the heaven and earth and protect the absolute safety of all living beings.
For this, the general is willing to give up everything.
Including his own existence and his love for Yan Shixun.
Merge into heaven and earth.
After Ye Li's breath disappeared, the smile on Yan Shixun's lips slowly faded. He stood there in a daze, and unexpectedly felt a rare sense of loneliness, as if a part of his heart had disappeared.
Unconsciously, he had gotten used to having Ye Li around without even realizing it.
It seemed that no matter when, as long as he turned around, he would always be able to see Ye Li smiling at him, as if saying -
He was never alone at any time.
In a dead end and dangerous situation, someone accompanies him.
This was a feeling Yan Shixun had never experienced before, but now he understood.
And don't want to let go.
The King of Hell looked at Yan Shixun calmly, the folding fan in his hand half hiding the smile on his lips, and he sighed in his heart that the evil ghost who did not understand love to the core was actually softened by the Lord of Fengdu, and the steel turned into soft silk.
"From what I know about that guy, he will not break his promise as long as he says so."
The King of Hell stopped and said with a smile, "Rather than worrying about him, you should pay more attention to yourself, Yan Shixun."
"You have to walk the rest of the way alone. Neither Ye Li nor I can help you in the slightest. But..."
He tilted his head and chuckled, "Souls go through life and death alone, don't they? Miracles that are impossible for others to accomplish are the norm that you have long been accustomed to."
"Then let's move forward, Yan Shixun."
The King of Hell nodded slightly to Yan Shixun and said, "I'm here, waiting for you to come back."
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Maybe after I come back, the person I see next time will not be you, King of Hell."
The King of Hell raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised, and then replied with a smile: "You figured it out."
"Why would a ghost who had died a hundred years ago cling to a human body?"
He blinked at Yan Shixun: "Although I am nowhere, I am everywhere."
"Don't worry, your little fool will come back safely."
The King of Hell spread his hands and said calmly, "If I stay too long, it will also damage his body. After all, he is not like you who has evil spirits in his bones. He can't bear the ghost energy."
Strange noises and the howling of wolves could be heard faintly from outside the cave.
Both of them heard it, but neither of them turned back to look. They just nodded to each other in understanding and turned around at the same time.
Holding a ball of light in one hand, he walked firmly towards the darkness deeper into the cave.
She smiled, gathered her sleeves, and looked up with cold eyes at the moonlight pouring down from above her head.
"Full moon night, corpse rising night..."
The King of Hell murmured softly and snorted with contempt: "What kind of trouble can a guilty ghost cause?"
The light cloth shoes stepped over the jagged rocks, and the corners of the long gown rolled behind him.
He put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly.
It was as if there were thousands of troops following him, with ferocious beasts roaring and screaming, and they were extremely powerful.
…
As he took a step into the darkness, Ye Li only heard the ground under his feet sink, and a slight sound came to his ears, and then he stepped into the darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he felt was not the great road of heaven and earth that he had long been accustomed to, but the lingering smell of blood at his nose.
The power that he had already become accustomed to as the Lord of Fengdu was rapidly fading from him.
Also taken away were his memories... and the smile of Yan Shixun in his memory.
Ye Li knew that this was the battlefield he had once stepped into. The Avenue was taking away his strength and memory, leaving him alone to walk the path to becoming a god.
He looked at Yan Shixun's appearance in his memory a few more times reluctantly, and his lover's name was whispered between his lips, but it eventually scattered in the air and disappeared.
When Ye Li sat up, holding his painful forehead, his memory had been completely wiped out.
Fengdu rises from the ground, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers are flying their flags, thousands of ghosts are crying, swords are on the mountain, seas of fire are on the sea, hell is roaring, chains are ringing...
All have disappeared.
The one standing here is no longer the Lord of Fengdu.
Just a mortal warrior.
Ye Li supported his head with one hand and looked up coldly.
The setting sun in the sky was blood red, and the air was filled with lingering smoke. The soldiers on the city wall never relaxed their minds and stared at the distance with their bowstrings fully drawn.
This war lasted too long, and the city had run out of food and grass. The city was isolated and helpless, yet had to survive one siege after another.
But now, it is already a spent force.
Yeli fought many battles throughout his life and never lost a battle. The new forces were very afraid of Yeli and drew a large amount of manpower and material resources to deal with Yeli.
I am afraid that if Ye Li doesn't die, the war situation will change.
What’s worse is the suspicion and slander coming from behind.
The supply of food and money had long been cut off, and the entire country depended on Yeli and this elite army to hold on.
But even so, every soldier was already very clear about the most likely outcome of this battle.
But no one escaped.
The Lord is here, the city is here, and the people are here.
The soldiers are here.
The belief that has supported them to hold on till now is what Ye Li said - never allow any civilians to die in front of them. Even if they fight to the last man and the last drop of blood, they will never give up.
Even if your legs are chopped off or your arms are broken, you have to crawl towards the enemy and tear off a piece of flesh!
Ye Li narrowed his eyes, always feeling that there seemed to be another person in his memory, who was often seriously injured and bloody, and would not give up until the last moment.
For that person, as long as he does not die at the last second, there is always a possibility of a comeback, which is enough for him to fight back and turn the tide in a desperate situation.
But... who was that person?
In his mind, there was only a condescending look at him, which passed by so quickly that Ye Li could not see the man's face clearly.
But at that moment, he clearly felt his violently beating heart and the uncontrollable love that was gushing out.
Ye Li subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the air in front of him, trying to catch the fleeting image and find the person who made his heart beat.
But he quickly realized that perhaps this was just his fantasy before he died. Even if it wasn't, he and that person were destined to be apart, and the critical situation of the war would not leave him any chance to find that person.
So, the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and then it was slowly retracted and clenched into a weak fist.
The shouts and prayers of the people came from behind, crying and begging the army to abandon the city and leave, to stop caring about them, and to find a way to survive on their own.
They knew very well that it was the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the city that dragged down this elite army. If it weren't for them, how could the soldiers be so constrained and unable to perform their duties in order to protect them?
Even in the most difficult battlefield, this army can fight its way out.
But Ye Li did not do so. Instead, he led his soldiers and vowed to protect the lives in the city to the death.
The people looked up at the tall silhouette on the city wall under the crimson setting sun, and bowed deeply with tears in their eyes, expressing their gratitude for everything the general had done for them.
They wanted to defend the city with the soldiers, but Ye Li coldly persuaded them to go back, asking them to hide as much as possible and telling them that even if all the soldiers died on the battlefield, they must find a way to survive.
The people were crying and cursing God for being blind.
But the sound of long horns had already come from afar, and millions of iron hooves were coming towards us.
Amid the flying dust, Ye Li's eyes were as sharp as lightning, looking straight at the front of the army in the distance.
The enemy generals held their heads high, showing off their might, thinking that this was destined to be an easy battle.
They had a million-strong army, elite soldiers and good horses, and sufficient food and fodder, but the enemy was tired and hungry, like a trapped beast, and could not withstand a single blow.
Ye Li sneered, drew his bow and arrow, and the sharp arrow shot out.
The speed was so fast that it even cut through the air, making a sharp explosion.
When the enemy general realized something was wrong and raised his head, it was already too late.
The sharp arrow shot straight into the enemy general's throat. An expression of disbelief and astonishment was fixed on his face, mixed with a smug look that had not yet subsided. It was hideous and distorted, and became his last emotion towards the world and the battlefield.
How, maybe...
The enemy general stared at the resolute and tall figure on the distant city wall, as if he had met the commander's gaze through the dust, and felt a chill all over his body.
Until his death, he finally understood everyone's fear and dread of this commander.
He fought more than a hundred battles in his life and never lost a battle.
With that commander in chief around, the rebels won't be able to take even a single step beyond the line.
The enemy general regretted his decision, but it was too late.
He fell slowly and powerlessly from his horse to the ground. There was an immediate sound of surprise and exclamation all around him. The horses neighed and stamped their hooves anxiously, raising a cloud of dust.
The battle has not officially started yet, but the enemy's million-strong army is already in chaos and disorder.
Ye Li looked at the chaos under the city wall, sneered, slowly put away the heavy bow, and swung his long arm down heavily.
In an instant, the soldiers who had been lying in ambush all around immediately rushed out shouting and charged towards the enemy from all directions.
The enemy army, which was already in chaos due to the death of its general, immediately fell into even more disorderly chaos, with soldiers and horses falling and the army in disarray. The originally majestic and awe-inspiring team was broken into pieces.
The enemy's morale was hit hard, and they were afraid before fighting. They looked up at the Ye flag on the city wall, and had already begun to think of retreating.
Could they really defeat such a person... He was not a general at all, he was clearly a god, a god of war who had never been defeated!
However, even though the situation was very good, Yeli did not relax at all.
He is not in the habit of blind self-confidence, and his constant vigilance and caution always bring him victory.
Ye Li knew very well that this was a difficult and life-threatening battle. Even though he and the soldiers he led had already put their lives at risk, there was only a tiny chance that the people in the city could survive.
His name is a symbol for the whole country.
A stability that will never fail.
Just like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, it guards the prosperity and existence of this dynasty.
The only possibility to replace the old dynasty... is to kill him and destroy the banner that has never fallen in everyone's heart.
Ye Li knew that even if he could defeat a million-strong army with only 100,000 soldiers, there would still be an endless stream of troops coming up from behind, swarming on them like leeches until they fell.
On the battlefield, blood and flesh were flying, and the sound of fighting resounded through the world.
When the soldiers raised their heads, they could see that their commander was like a mountain, supporting the faith of all of them, firm and indestructible.
The soldier whose chest was pierced fell off his horse with a smile.
And the bloody sky is infinitely high.
“Puff!”
Ye Li closed his eyes, then turned around, walked down the city wall, and jumped on his horse.
This life-and-death battle lasted for three days and four nights.
Even though the enemy had a million strong army, abundant food and supplies, and a constant supply of reinforcements, it was still extremely difficult to defeat this elite force, and every step forward would cost tens of thousands of lives.
In the end, the enemy soldiers were terrified and could not understand why these people were fighting so desperately. The army of tigers and wolves made everyone afraid.
"Because the elders are behind me, I have nowhere to retreat. If I retreat, the people will die."
The soldier's armor was torn and his body was covered in blood, like a bloody man, but he still moved forward stubbornly, pointing the long sword in his hand at the enemy. His momentum frightened the surrounding enemy soldiers so much that no one dared to move forward.
"Behind me are the people I protect. How can I retreat..."
The corpses formed a wall and the ground was covered with rivers of blood.
On the battlefield filled with smoke, silence finally returned when the sky was about to turn white on the fourth day.
One hundred thousand soldiers faced off against millions of enemy troops, but they held their positions to the death and did not allow the enemy to set foot into the city.
Millions of enemy troops lost their lives here as the price for their contempt and arrogance.
But Ye Li had also fallen in a pool of blood on the battlefield.
Corpses were everywhere.
The people trembled and cried for the deaths of Yeli and the soldiers, and for the endless war.
But when the sun rose, what the people welcomed was not a peaceful life, but a new enemy army.
Without the protection of the soldiers, the city was easily broken into by the enemy.
The big knife was swung down from the war horse, and the head fell to the ground with a sharp movement of the knife.
Flames burned on every house. Heads rolled down as people fled in panic. Blood flowed between the cracks of the bluestone slabs of the long street, forming a river of blood.
The sky gradually darkened, the whole city lost its sound, only the raging flames were still burning.
An arm stretched out to the sky from among the corpses on the battlefield, covered with blood and crisscrossing wounds, and it struggled to stand up, holding on to the broken sword.
Soul, come back.
After death, the heroic souls of the soldiers returned and returned to their cold corpses, carrying with them their unfulfilled obsession, wanting to take a look at the city they had guarded with their death.
But what Ye Li and his soldiers saw were only the miserable dead bodies lying all over the city and the remaining embers after the burning.
There was still a look of fear on the faces of the people. Tears washed away the dust on their faces, and their faces could barely be recognized.
There were women who smiled and gave buns to soldiers, there were old men sitting on the streets, there were children who jumped and ran on the streets...
But now, they have all turned into cold corpses.
When the soldiers heard the souls of the people crying, they wanted to ask the heaven and earth what they had done wrong and why this happened.
The ghost came dragging chains, looking down at the unwilling souls of the common people and soldiers with contempt, saying that they were guilty because they complained about death.
The crime is unforgivable.
Chains bind souls, and people roar in resentment.
But there seemed to be nothing they could do.
How can humans fight against ghosts and gods?
Only Ye Li tightly grasped the broken sword in his hand, with anger burning in his eyes.
"Are you going to Fengdu?"
A calm and magnetic voice came from behind.
Ye Li turned around slowly with red eyes.
The young man was dressed in a long gown, with a tall figure and an extraordinary demeanor.
He gathered his sleeves, his handsome face calm, as if he already knew what choice Ye Li would make.
The King of Hell looked quietly at Ye Li in front of him, as if he had returned to the look he had a thousand years ago.
The Lord of Fengdu, who has forgotten all his memories, is still as angry and determined as he was a thousand years ago, and his persistence has never changed.
He sighed lightly, but did not try to persuade Ye Li like he did a thousand years ago. Instead, he slowly raised his arm and pointed towards the southwest.
"The Fengdu you are looking for is in the southwest."
The King of Hell lowered his eyes and calmly said something extremely treasonous: "Kill the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor, and take away the power of death. You will be able to re-plan death, allowing the wronged souls to seek revenge, calm their anger, and go to reincarnation."
There was lightning flashing across the sky, thunder roaring like an angry roar, and the earth shaking.
Blood slowly dripped from the King of Hell's lips, but he opened his lips and laughed.
"For me, I have never felt that what the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor did was right. Even though he is my superior and has suppressed the underworld, I still look down on him."
"Ye Li, I don't think I've ever said that, in my opinion, death under your control is what death should be like. Revenge for grievances, revenge for vengeance, blood debts must be paid with blood, life for life."
The blood dripped onto the beautifully embroidered clothes, leaving a bloodstain.
The King of Hell seemed not to feel it, still standing opposite Ye Li, and laughed softly: "I have not practiced enough, and I can't face the enemy who killed me with ease. Sorry, I am just an ordinary ghost, I don't have the transcendent realm like the Great Dao."
"Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the Dao has never entrusted me with important tasks. However, I don't care."
The King of Hell shrugged and smiled, "To me, karma is the right path."
"So, Yeli..."
He stretched out his hand, patted Ye Li on the chest, and gently pushed Ye Li back: "Go and kill the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor, accept your past self, and become the new avenue."
"You can make different choices than you did a thousand years ago. Don't reject yourself as a general. The destruction of the city and the death of people is not your fault. What you have done has far exceeded the limits of what a mortal can do. You have done your best. However, fate will not let you go."
Ye Li fell backwards in astonishment. The battlefield around him kept changing. Black fog was surging, dark clouds were pressing down, and thunder was roaring continuously.
But everything seemed like a broken TV screen. Snowflakes kept rising, blurring the real scene and making all the corpses and blood disappear in the hazy mist.
But the King of Hell was laughing.
The most perfect person has no self, the divine person has no merit, and the sage has no name.
In the eyes of the King of Hell, Yeli had never done anything wrong. Even the Ye City Massacre, which made Yeli regret for a thousand years, was not due to Yeli's fault.
The Lord of Fengdu always felt that he had not done enough, but never thought about himself.
From this point of view, this guy Ye Li is really similar to Yan Shixun...
The King of Hell sighed silently.
Under Ye Li's vigilant gaze, the King of Hell said softly: "The guilty person is not you, the guard, but the perpetrator. As Yan Shixun said, the truly guilty people will not reflect on themselves. Only good people will blame themselves."
"Your past should not be a scar, but the foundation of your future. You have seen death in the past, and you hate the aloofness and indifference of the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor. That is why you know what kind of future you want... Your Tao is powerful enough to take you anywhere, even to the Great Dao."
Blood flowed from the King of Hell's ears, and the blood in his throat made his voice gradually hoarse and low.
But he still smiled easily, as if he didn't care at all about his weak appearance with blood coming out of all seven orifices.
From the moment he intervened in the Great Dao's trial of Ye Li, he knew what the end would be for him.
But, so what?
The King of Hell would never leave any possibility that Ye Li's soul would be torn apart.
Just as he promised Yan Shixun, even in the most difficult situation, he would definitely bring Yeli back safely.
He had no intention of being an obedient child ever since he escaped the death of the gods a hundred years ago, forcibly severed the name and power of the gods to guard the underworld, but forced himself to reincarnate with a wisp of his soul to look for a chance to live.
He understood and admired the Tao, but he did not trust it.
Just as he once did not believe in the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu.
Even though he is just a small ghost under the Great Dao, he still has his own power and freedom to choose the Great Dao and the world he trusts.
Ye Li and Yan Shixun gave the King of Hell hope.
Therefore, even if there is a one in ten thousand chance that Ye Li will make the same choice as he did a thousand years ago, he will never let that happen.
"I don't think I've ever said that I'm a good and obedient person... Don't you know that? Why are you so angry?"
The King of Hell laughed and murmured softly, as if he was talking to the Avenue.
But as he laughed, he was choked by the blood foam in his throat and began to cough violently.
In the trembling white palm that covered her lips, there was a stain of blood that was so bright red that it was blinding.
The King of Hell just covered his lips with his fan and said to Ye Li with a smile: "I caught a cold due to the change of seasons. I'm sorry."
But Ye Li, who had lost all his memories of ghosts and gods, was enveloped by the black fog behind him and disappeared from the battlefield before he could react.
The battlefield, which was just littered with corpses, was cleared away in an instant with the disappearance of Ye Li.
There are no corpses and rivers of blood on the ground, no ruined cities and burning embers, and the smell of blood and smoke is no longer lingering at the nose.
There was only endless wilderness and layers of roaring black clouds rolling down.
The heaven and earth came together as if wanting to kill the King of Hell.
The cold wind blew up the King of Hell's long gown, and blood dripped onto the exquisite embroidery. The mountains, rivers, sun and moon were all stained with blood.
But he narrowed his eyes, stood in place, slowly looked up at the gloomy sky, without any hesitation or fear.
Blood gushed out from the King of Hell's eyes and slid down his handsome face like crying tears of blood.
But there was still a smile on his lips that had never changed.
"You're not naive enough to think that you can scare me like this, right?"
The King of Hell's voice was hoarse, but his tone was relaxed, and he even said with a happy smile: "Isn't Yeli the avenue you want? Isn't Yan Shixun the life you want? You don't think that if Yeli dies, Yan Shixun will continue to support your world as before, right?"
"Yan Shixun, you are extremely slow in feeling, but once you really fall in love, there is no possibility of giving up love."
The King of Hell sighed softly, "If Ye Li dies, then Yan Shixun will most likely find a way to overthrow you and find another way, and the world will still exist."
He shrugged and said with a lighthearted smile: "I saved you, but no need to thank me. I didn't do it for you anyway. I just did it for all living things."
The King of Hell stood with his hands behind his back, letting the strong wind blow across his face, which hurt like a knife.
The hair blurred his vision, making it difficult for him to see what Yeli, far away in Beiyin Fengdu, looked like at the moment.
However, his mission was accomplished.
The King of Hell believed that Ye Li was definitely not a complacent person, he just kept hiding his scars and refused to show them to others.
Even though a thousand years have passed, Ye Li's soul has actually been trapped in the city of Ye, and is still brooding over the deaths of the people back then.
All Ye Li needed was a word from others to wake him up.
Then, he would be able to see the vast world clearly and break free from the cage.
The trial of the Great Dao is also for this purpose.
But the Dao refused to speak out, and just watched everything in silence, wanting Ye Li to rely on his own strength to make the right choice, become a strong enough existence, and even be able to replace the Dao.
However, the King of Hell really doesn't like Dadao's attitude of "I won't tell you, but you have to understand."
He is a practical man. If he thinks so, he will do so.
For this sentence, what does it matter even if I sacrifice this remnant soul?
He was a ghost who should have died along with the other gods a hundred years ago, and should have collapsed along with the old underworld.
Now, with Yan Shixun here, the underworld has a new King of Hell, and the future world will also be supported by Yeli.
There was nothing that would worry him anymore. In that case, why would death be a problem?
The King of Hell looked up at the sky with a smile, fearlessly preparing to face the punishment for crossing the line.
“BOOM——!!”
The thunder struck and the road was furious.
But in the dazzling light, the King of Hell was smiling happily.
"This world is not just yours, but the world of all living things!"
"The era of ghosts and gods has passed. The common people no longer need ghosts and gods. They can take care of themselves. Ghosts and gods only need to guard yin and yang and prevent ghosts from invading the world. But you, Dao, you make me feel disgusted..."
"The people, be independent!"
The folding fan in the King of Hell's hand pointed straight to the sky. The intense pain that penetrated his soul made his smile fade, but the light in his eyes was as sharp as a knife and as bright as snow.
The next moment, the folding fan that the King of Hell had been holding tightly in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
But the King of Hell did not show any sign of surrender until the last bit of his strength was exhausted. He just chuckled and murmured, "Who told you to leave me the opportunity to scold you..."
Then, Hades finally lost all his power.
He slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms, smiled and let himself fall backwards.
Like a cloud crane spreading its wings and chirping crisply.
Strike the sky and control the road.
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