"Master!" The physical ease was unprecedented, but Qiao Yu was not happy; on the contrary, he felt sad.
"You all get out! If this were before..." He got up from the ground, his eyes even more probing, "Who exactly are you? And what did that old patriarch of the Wen family want to do?"
“Once the Heavenly Ladder appears, a demon as sinful as you will naturally know.” Wen Xueshan fixed her arm and, together with several men in black robes, carried Wen Jinge to the ancient ginkgo tree.
The tree changed color in an instant, turning blood red, as if human blood was flowing.
The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the trees, which were originally withered and yellow like those in autumn, became lively, even sprouting many red buds.
“Master…” Liang Si seemed to want to come over, but was stopped by the Buddha of Compassion and Joy.
"Look, I told you there was a well here!"
"You're talking to me!" The Demon Saint glared at him, though heaven knows his palms were sweating profusely from the shock of Wen Jinge's death.
The fact that Wen Jingge would die was beyond his comprehension.
"Who are you? Strange." The Buddha of Compassion and Joy muttered to himself, "This humble monk doesn't remember you being here."
The Demon Saint was speechless after being choked by him.
"Take your junior brothers and sisters out. Didn't Wang Xi say she wanted to visit Qianyan Kingdom? After you've finished visiting Qianyan Kingdom, return to Xuanyun Sect." Lu Wei made his final arrangements clear; he truly didn't intend to leave.
She brought several disciples with her, because they were Wen Jingge's disciples.
Now that Wen Jinge is gone, since he can't do what he wanted to do, it doesn't seem so bad to follow her to the end.
"What about the Grandmaster?" Ling Yi stared at the corpse thoughtfully. Although his master's body had been separated from his head, he still felt that his master was alive.
How could someone with such great abilities die so suddenly?
It must be fake!
“Alright, let’s go.” Yang Wennan remained silent as always. He took Ling Yi’s hand and said, “Take care, Master.”
"Senior Brother Yang, how could you do this!" Wang Xi muttered, knowing this wasn't the time to be loyal. She was just annoyed, and then she thought about who would avenge them if they all died here. After figuring this out, she said, "Alright! Let's go!"
The Demon Clan's Holy Son looked at these people with disappointment and frustration. How could they all have turned against him?
Are all disciples of the Xuanmen sect so heartless and ungrateful? How can they be even more immoral than the demons themselves!
He had originally planned to stay and help, but then he thought, "He's a demon, what right do I have to consider things from the perspective of the Xuanmen?" He stamped his foot and said, "I'm leaving too! Goodbye!"
Lu Wei nodded slightly, and only after everyone had left and most of the people who had jumped into the well had left did he ask, "When will the Heavenly Ladder appear?"
"Is Mr. Lu impatient?"
"Not really." He sneered and lay down beside Wen Jinge. Wen Xueshan probably thought that since the person was already dead, an outsider was not a threat and did not stop him.
"I just find it strange."
"If Mr. Lu finds the order left by the Ancestor strange, I have no way to explain it. We were born for this purpose. If the Ancestor doesn't explain, we won't ask. As for what calamity lies behind this order, the Ancestor will bear it."
"She's already dead, how can we carry on?"
"This..." Wen Xueshan was stunned for a moment before sighing, "Let's leave it to fate and do our best!"
"Destiny?" He looked up at the sky. "Then whose will do the gods obey?"
After saying this, Lu Wei's expression turned somewhat strange.
Because he discovered that he had unknowingly picked up some habits that only Wen Jingge had, such as thinking about problems from such a tricky angle.
His expression hardened. "Don't tell me there's a heaven above the gods? What are the people of the Xuanmen sects striving so hard to climb up and become gods for?"
Wen Xueshan turned around, her back to him, and stopped talking.
Lu Wei held the Demon Harp in his hand and patiently wiped the bloodstains off the sword blade. "A Gou Chen sword and a Demon Harp, both of the most yang and the most yin are in your hands. I have never seen anyone put two swords that have gone to extremes together in one room."
I wouldn't believe you if you said the Demon Harp wasn't your sword before, but everyone says you used to only use the Gou Chen sword, yet now I see you using the Demon Harp the most.
Why is that? The fact that two spirited swords follow you already proves you are no ordinary person. Wen Jingge, you faked your death, didn't you?"
Boundless darkness, an endless feeling of suffocation, a powerless struggle... No matter how hard I try, I can't escape this fate, like a pre-written life, repeating itself again and again, like a single-player game that keeps clearing save data...
Fail, try again; fail, try again; fail, try again...
No one knows how far it will go, when it will stop, or where it will ultimately end...
Only one voice echoed in my heart: "You can't die, you must live, live, live..."
"How to survive?" It was as if he were asking himself, yet also as if he were asking someone else, "How to survive? How to survive?"
The echoes rang out again and again: death, rebirth, death, rebirth, death, rebirth...
I don't know how many times I've experienced this, but each time I see another version of myself turn around, like a circular loop. In this closed loop, even the most diligent ant cannot find its way home.
"Kill them, and you'll live."
"But I don't want to kill anyone."
No, you must do it.
"……Why?"
"You are a god, you must be ruthless."
"There are so many gods in the world, why can't you be more flexible? Why did you come to me? Don't tell me those things won't work?"
"This world... is about to be destroyed."
"Then let's destroy it!"
"But your destiny shouldn't be like this."
"Destiny? Hehehe, you are a god, and I am a god. You, I was in my past life, you are all me. You actually talk to me about destiny? Hahahaha, that's the biggest joke I've ever heard."
"But we're all dead, isn't that fate?"
"I understand." She took a deep breath, her previous arrogance gone. "Let me think about it, let me think about it."
"It's no use. We've already thought of all the methods you've considered."
"No, I never thought of that. You're repeating the same thing, and I can't let it happen again. Repeating the same thing will only turn me into one of you... I don't want to be a piece of trash like you... A future life, a future life of great power, I want a great power..."
"What kind?" someone asked, their hoarse voice filled with the vicissitudes of life.
"Mechanisms, those who know mechanical arts... They, no... those gods, must all die... There can be no more gods... You all failed because of those troublesome gods... Gods must be destroyed..."
"Mechanical arts..." The voice, which sounded like an old woman's, rang out again, "There was a person, I remember, a genius from ten thousand years later, named Bu Suanzi."
"Who is the last god?" she asked. "Kill her, and take her place..."
"White Deer..."
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