The crow's emotions were blocked at this moment; he felt as if he had come to the wrong place.
It was completely different from what he had imagined. It was so different.
The moment he was thrown into the lake by Ma Daha, he received a lot of existing information. In addition, since he was a demon god, he could infinitely decipher the languages of birds, beasts, snakes and insects in this world.
Therefore, he knew that the proud son of Xuan Yun Sect who had been injured by a demonic cultivator had fallen into demonic possession.
However, he controlled it very well, and even sent one god to where he was supposed to go.
Those two monks of the Tantric school, though called Buddhas, were also influenced and turned into demons.
Now, the remaining of the three major sects has also produced a half-demon sect leader.
What is the true nature of this world?
Why did the righteous faction choose the demon race?
What exactly happened in this world?
"That old geezer is the most clear-headed person in the world." Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Qu Xiu fell flat on his face, and when he got up, he was covered in blood.
The crow watched indifferently.
This is how it is after it awakens. There are not many things in this world that can be seen through its discerning eyes. It is no longer the little golden crow that used to need the blood and energy of killing to survive.
He is a god, a true demon god.
In his eyes, the life of a demon was as worthless as that of an ant.
Just like the ancient prayers for good fortune, they regarded the common people as mere playthings.
Bai Ru stared at him speechlessly, "Sect Leader, your face."
Qu Xiu didn't speak. His skin was peeling off. Although he was in pain, he still smiled at Bai Ru, "Don't be afraid. I told you, I won't hurt you."
“But!” Bai Ru, who had always appeared aloof on the mountain, suddenly changed her mind. “But! You! You can’t die! I promised Master Yiyang, and I also promised the Elders’ Council.”
"Pah!" He turned his head, looking at the crow that had already flown back to the tree. "Aren't you going to do anything?"
"You can play by yourself." Jinwu closed his noble eyes with an aloof air. "I'm not in a hurry."
“But Heaven can’t wait any longer!” Qu Xiu grabbed Bai Ru’s hand and drew the knife for him. “Do it! Kill me, and go to Heaven with him.”
"You really can't die." Bai Ru knew he couldn't outmaneuver Qu Xiu, but he never expected that Qu Xiu would come down the mountain to mess with him. "What are you going up there for? You're a half-demon, you can't walk that path! I won't make a move."
“It’s precisely because I’m a half-demon that I’m alive!” He then looked at Jinwu. “You really won’t help me with this? The one in the sky can’t remember everything right now. Who knows, Wen Jinge might get into trouble if she goes up there.”
The golden crow opened its eyes, shook its feathers, and a golden raven feather mercilessly pierced its heart.
Qu Xiu closed his eyes in satisfaction, and a golden light emanated from his body, shooting into the sky.
What remained on the ground was not Qu Xiu's corpse, but a skeleton.
Bai Ru was terrified by this sudden change, "He..."
"He's gone to heaven. I took him there." The golden crow flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder. "How could you be so stupid?"
"Me?" Bai Ru looked at the ferocious-looking golden crow with a strange expression. "You mean my backup plan is me? But, but I don't know anything! I... I'm not going to die too, am I?"
Jinwu gazed at the sky speechlessly, muttering to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I should have sent you to the Tantric sect to become a monk, to get rid of your three thousand worries, so you wouldn't make me unhappy."
"Then, who am I? You are all gods with memories of your past lives. I overheard what the elders were saying; there should be four gods still alive, and the spots are all..."
“You are my divine messenger.” The golden crow flapped its wings and transformed into human form, looking at him with a slightly weary expression. “I did not learn from them to place my memories in the clones they created, or perhaps I originally wanted to learn it, but I gave up unwillingly.”
Bai Ru was completely baffled by his words.
In an instant, the Golden Crow's body began to swell, its claws gripping his shoulders, like an eagle soaring through the heavens.
As the scenery on the ground gradually shrank, Bai Ru nervously closed her eyes as she watched Qinghe Mountain recede into the distance.
This was truly his first time experimenting with flying like this.
"I forgot." Jinwu said, and threw him down amidst Bai Ru's horrified screams.
"No! I don't want to die! Take whatever memories you want! I really don't remember being any divine messenger. I don't want to die! I still need to go back to Qinghe Mountain to apologize. I caused the death of the sect leader."
When he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting on the back of the Golden Crow. "When I was reduced to a human's pet before, I seem to have carried people like this."
Bai Ru lay on his broad back, panting heavily.
That was so exciting!
"Oh! My name is Qingling. My home is above Qingqiu Lake, in the most remote place in the Heavenly Realm."
Bai Ru remained silent.
In his view, this person and Qu Xiu, no, like Master Yiyang, were both madmen.
"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm really not your messenger."
"Yes, you'll remember when you get there."
“But…” Bai Ru closed her eyes, “I only remember that a very important person was buried there, and I was very reluctant to let him leave. I don’t even know if he was a man or a woman.”
"Hmm." Qingling led him through the thick clouds, and he vaguely saw a strange tree standing in the sky.
One side of the tree is lush and vibrant, while the other half is left with only withered branches and a few lonely, dead leaves.
"this……"
“He is waking up,” Qingling explained to him, as if she could see his confusion.
“I overheard the elders’ conversation last time.” He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps to Qingling. “They said that the body of a war god named Lu Wei is buried in Mogan City. However, he also appeared in the Dianshan Mountains.”
Because of the passage of time, they couldn't figure out whether the war god was buried in Mogan City or the Dianshan Mountains.
Anyway, this person is quite complicated.
I was quite young when I heard about it. About six months ago, I met Lu Wei, and he looked exactly like the person in my dream, but...
He's like a soulless walking corpse, is it because, as you said, he stored his memories in a clone?
“He’s more complicated than you think.” Qingling sighed slowly, with a sense of helpless dejection. “If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t have come to you first.”
Bai Ru bit her lower lip, deep in thought, "I'm just curious about who is buried in Qingqiu Lake."
“That one has already been forced to ascend to heaven.” Qingling gazed into the distance. “That’s also where we’re going.”
"Which god? Can I know?"
"NIO, a god you've never even heard of."
Bai Ru had never heard of it.
However, unable to resist his curiosity, he asked, "So, the sect leader went up there to find him?"
"He merely went ahead to help Wen Jingge, whose identity was still unknown. Their cunning and scheming were evenly matched, but they also had a common enemy, and now... that enemy is wreaking havoc."
"Um?"
"Wen Jingge has other things to do and cannot stay in heaven for long."
"Oh." He seemed to understand.
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