Chapter 477: The Dust Settles
The Corrosion Demon in the cage turned into a pool of blood, sizzling and bubbling, but it never turned into a human form again; the dim light in the Rust Ghost's eye sockets dissipated, and as its head fell to the ground, the other bones also collapsed, leaving only a tattered cloak covering it.
Without the Demon Lord, they would lose the meaning of their existence, and they would go the same way they came.
"The Demon Lord is dead?"
Ah Dao looked at the motionless Demon Lord in disbelief, his tone full of disbelief.
"The Demon Lord is dead..."
As if whispering, and as if unsure, after Zhanli's repeated confirmation, Adao's mood gradually turned into surprise while he kept talking to himself.
"The Demon Lord is dead!"
Adao ignored Zhanli's obstruction, endured the pain in his body, helped Zhanli up, and shouted towards the battlefield below the stairs:
"The Demon Lord is dead! No need to fight! The Demon Lord is dead! No need to fight!..."
The childish voice was repeated over and over again, like a trumpet of victory, reaching every corner of the Demon Palace.
"It's over! It's all over! No need to fight anymore..."
The last sentence sounded like he was mumbling to himself, as if he had used up all his strength. As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, crying.
it's over……
It’s finally over…
This way...
It’s not easy…
The demon soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment at the beginning, and finally threw down their weapons and armor. No one was as dejected as imagined.
Although they are of the same clan and origin, times have changed. To be honest, they have long since severed their ties with the royal family and are now just ordinary demons, just like ordinary people in the mortal world.
They cannot transcend class boundaries, nor do they care who becomes the Demon Lord. All they want is a stable life.
These are just small demands, but they are a luxury in the demon world.
Now that the Demon Lord has passed away, these demons feel relieved—they no longer have to risk their lives...
There are those who just want to make a living, and naturally there are also those who are loyal.
Upon hearing the news of the Demon Lord's death, Yinghuan let out a wail, dragged the remaining half of her body with her hands, and crawled towards the hall.
Your Majesty... Your Majesty...
Even though her fingers were covered in blood and her tendons and bones were exposed, Yinghuan did not stop for a moment. She crawled all the way with difficulty, staining the long steps with blood.
Your Majesty... Your Majesty...
On the dark floor tiles, a path of blood mixed with minced meat and internal organs extended from under her body, which was extremely tragic.
But there were too many steps, and his body was already on the verge of collapse. After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't climb to the Demon Lord.
Yinghuan died on the long steps of Yinxu Palace. She was only seven steps away from the Demon Lord, but she could never reach him again.
When she was about to die, Yinghuan stretched out her hand and tried hard to reach towards the Demon Lord, as if she could touch the Demon Lord by doing so.
But this tiny distance has become a regret that Yinghua will never be able to overcome...
Bo Yan's body began to decompose, like burnt paper ashes, piece by piece, floating into the air.
The same is true for Xiulan.
The demons were born against the will of heaven and were not tolerated by the world. Once they died, they would be reduced to ashes.
Watching the Demon Lord fly away bit by bit until he completely disappeared, Long Qi breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
Pain instantly spread throughout his body, and Long Qi stumbled and fell to the ground, but he did not let go of Lingxiang in his arms, for fear that she would be hurt again.
"It's over, Lingxiang, it's all over..."
Long Qi lowered his head and leaned close to Lingxiang's ear, speaking softly as if afraid of scaring her, but Lingxiang did not respond at all.
"Spiritual incense? Spiritual incense?" Long Qi then realized that something was wrong, and his heartstrings tightened again.
Lingxiang's lips were pale, her breath was weak, her body was cold, and there was not a trace of life at all.
"Master Chengxin! Master Donghui!" Long Qi panicked. "Chi Yanzi!..." He shouted as hard as he could to everyone he could think of who could save Lingxiang.
Everyone hurriedly gathered forward, only Su Tong stood on the periphery, like a bystander.
Chi Yanzi was the first to probe Lingxiang's pulse. Among the people present, no one had better medical skills than him. After all, he was the direct disciple of Fairy Tumi.
However, just by touching the spiritual incense meridian, Chi Yanzi broke out in a cold sweat.
What? How could this happen?
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and Adao was so scared that he started crying.
Although Lingxiang was seriously injured and lost blood, it was not fatal, and she did not have any internal injuries. How could she have reached the point of being exhausted?
"It's the hanging thread technique." Su Tong suddenly said.
Chi Yanzi didn't bother to ask who Su Tong was, nor did he have time to explore why she knew the hanging thread technique. Chi Yanzi now only wanted to save Lingxiang.
"I've seen Master use the hanging thread to save people. He was just giving away some of his energy to sustain their lives. Even if Junior Sister's cultivation isn't high, it's definitely not life-threatening."
"But if you use the Huitian Pill as a guide, it will be fatal." Su Tong said, looking at Long Qi.
Chi Yanzi didn't understand at first, because Fairy Tumi had told him that the Huitian Pill could not revive the dead, but he understood it in a moment.
The inner elixir of mortals is unknown. Once they die, their soul and spirit will separate, the soul will go to the underworld, and the spirit will return to the earth.
At this time, the Huitian Pill can serve as an inner elixir, and its effect is nothing more than calming the soul and spirit. Once injected with human vitality, it can bring the dead back to life.
The thread-hanging technique is this breath, but to revive a dead person, all the breath of a living person is needed.
Qi is the thread between the soul and the spirit, connecting the two and coordinating the physical body. When a person dies, the Qi disappears, and when the Qi disappears, the soul and the spirit disperse.
The old saying "A man lives by his breath" actually means this.
But where did the life-saving pill come from?
Thinking of the strange fragrance from before, Chi Yanzi was suddenly frightened.
Could it be that...
Chi Yanzi simply knew that Fairy Tumi had been refining the Huitian Pill. After Fairy Tumi came out of the Yunmeng Secret Realm, he only learned that she had succeeded in refining the pill, but he had never seen it.
Could it be that the strange fragrance just now was the Resurrection Pill? Who could the little junior sister save?
Chi Yanzi looked back at Su Tong, then followed her gaze to look at Long Qi, and suddenly he understood.
After seeing the looks in the two people's eyes, although Long didn't understand what "Returning Pill" and "Hanging Silk Technique" were, he understood that Lingxiang became like this in order to save him.
Thinking back to the chaos he had fallen into, Long Qi suddenly understood - yes, he was clearly dead at that time, but miraculously came back to life.
No, it’s not a miracle at all, it was Lingxiang who saved me!
All means in this world require a price, just like buying and selling requires money.
What price will it cost to bring the dead back to life?
"Life for life... So this is what Master meant when he said that..."
Long Qi's pupils shrank, and he finally understood that Ling Xiang was using her own life as a price to give him a chance to live again.
"Please save her!" Long Qi grabbed Chi Yanzi's sleeve tightly and begged, but Chi Yanzi shook his head. He really had no idea what to do.
When Fairy Tumi taught Chi Yanzi the art of external alchemy, she said that although the effectiveness of external alchemy was still debatable, the rules had been set the moment the elixir was formed in the furnace.
This rule from the elixir itself is absolute and there is no way to violate it, not even a saint from the thirty-third heaven.
In other words, if Huitiandan combined with the hanging thread technique results in certain death, then there is no room for maneuver.
Long Qi's eyes were red, and he quickly turned to Master Donghui, his trembling voice still sounding helpless.
"There are countless scrolls hidden in the Langhuan Pavilion. Master must have a way to save her, right?"
Master Donghui just closed his eyes helplessly and turned his head to the side.
Even though he was in charge of the Langhuan Pavilion, which contained a vast collection of books, he held an important position in the sect and had never taken the time to read the volumes.
Long Qi looked at Master Chengxin again, and the latter also looked at him with a sad face.
"Is there really no other way..."
Long Qi's back collapsed instantly, and his red eyes could no longer hold back the tears, which flowed down his cheeks, mixing with wounds and blood, as if his whole body was about to break into pieces.
At this moment, a hand gently wiped away the blood and tears on Long Qi's face.
It was Lingxiang. She woke up, but...
Everyone knows that Lingxiang is at the end of its strength, and now it is just a last gasp.
"Don't be sad. It's just one more life. You must find me sooner in the next life..."
Lingxiang sighed softly and closed her eyes with a smile.
Her life! It wasn't in vain...
This might be Lingxiang's farewell, but the casual comforting promise evoked memories deep within Long Qi.
…
"Yunxu, Yunxu, when you reach the lower realm, you must find me..."
…
Long Qi didn't know where this memory came from, but the voice in his memory was like the sound of nature, as beautiful as the sound of spiritual incense.
"Next life... Next life..."
Long Qi was murmuring, when suddenly a voice passed by his ears.
“Don’t wait until the next life!”
Long Qi suddenly woke up. This was what the ancestor had said to him in Ding'an Residence before he ascended to heaven.
Don’t wait for the next life… Don’t wait for the next life…
If there is an afterlife, Lingxiang will no longer be Lingxiang. Long Qi certainly understood this truth, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not think of any solution.
"As long as Lingxiang can be saved..." Long Qi murmured hesitantly.
As long as he can save Lingxiang, he will do anything.
"Are you giving up now? You promised to protect her, didn't you?"
Seeing that Long Qi's eyes were gradually dimming, Su Tong twisted her fingers and pointed at Long Qi's brow. With a flash of light, Long Qi fainted.
"Prison Heart Seal!" Chi Yanzi was shocked. "What are you doing?!"
Su Tong shook her head and didn't explain much. She just said lightly, "Whether Junior Sister can be saved depends on him..."
This was the last thing Fairy Tumi told Su Tong.
As he fell into a daze, a memory flooded into Long Qi's mind.
In front of him was a woman whose face could not be seen clearly, speaking to him gently.
"My girl's name is Lingxiang. Did you remember it, young master?"
Long Qi glanced away and stared seriously at the little girl who was also blinking at him. After a long time, he nodded seriously.
"I remember."
"Really? Then you must take good care of her from now on!"...
"Then you must take good care of her from now on!"...
These words kept echoing in Long Qi's ears, like a spell, making his mind clearer and clearer.
Yes, yes, he remembered that he and Lingxiang had known each other for a long time.
How could he forget?
He promised to protect her...
Long Qi suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar place.
here it is……
Langhuan Pavilion!
But for some reason, Long Qi could only see, but his body could not move under his control, and he couldn't even speak as he wished.
"It looks inconspicuous from the outside, but it's surprisingly big inside. Is it full of books?"
At this moment, a disgusted sound came from the side.
"Look at your ignorant look. Don't tell others that you are from Qingwei Peak when you go out."
Long Qi turned his head and saw that it was Lingxiang, followed by magnolia and ophiopogon.
This was the situation when Lingxiang brought them into Langhuan Pavilion before, but why did he see these?
Long Qi was completely baffled and could only watch while pondering the reasons. After all, there was nothing he could do except watch...
There were so many books in Langhuan Pavilion that it was dizzying, but Long Qi was not thinking about the books at that time.
At that time, he was only thinking about how to attract Lingxiang's attention, just like a peacock with its tail spread out.
While listening to the movement of the spiritual incense, Long Qi tiptoed up a ladder.
"Hiss~ I remember it was here, why can't I find it? Did I forget it?"
While Lingxiang was mumbling and concentrating on looking for something, Long Qi stepped on the ladder and suddenly jumped to Lingxiang's side.
But Lingxiang remained indifferent and ignored Long Qi at all.
Long Qi just felt that he was a little funny at that time, and actually did such a childish thing, but at this moment, a string in his mind suddenly tightened.
As if sensing something, Long Qi picked up a book and flipped through it idly until he came across a page that read...
The secret of twin flowers!
"Huh? This spell's name is interesting."
"It seems good, but if you are not deeply in love, you will not be able to use such magic."
Listening to Lingxiang's perfunctory words, Long Qi's heart was beating like a drum. He looked at the book according to his own gaze at that time. It said:
"The lotus grows in pairs, yet the flowers blossom without recognition."
Everyone in the world says that it is a joy to see two flowers blooming together, so how can it be said that twin lotus flowers will never be recognized?
He had thought at the time that no matter what, he would never use this technique, but now...
Long Qi felt dizzy for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, Lingxiang in his arms was breathing faintly, and the sound of Adao crying was in his ears.
He seemed to be gone for a long time, but it was only a moment.
But in just this moment, Lingxiang's face became even more haggard, like a piece of rice paper soaked in water, which would break with the slightest touch.
He suddenly realized that when he was fighting the Demon Lord, he was not thinking about the hatred for his family, but more about rescuing Lingxiang.
Lingxiang never lets him let go of his hatred, but always tries to patch up the gaps in his heart.
It was the incense that taught him to look forward, and it was the incense that taught him to cherish the present.
"You've got an idea in mind, haven't you?"
Su Tong spoke at the right time, interrupting Long Qi's thoughts. He looked up at Su Tong, his distracted eyes gradually becoming firm, yet somewhat reluctant.
But even if I am reluctant to let go, it is not as important as Lingxiang being alive!
Long Qi rubbed Adao's head and said softly, "Don't cry, she will be fine."
As he spoke, Long Qi pinched his fingers together, pulled out a spiritual thread from his forehead, and led it into Lingxiang's eyebrows.
In an instant, a lotus fragrance spread. Between Lingxiang and Long Qi, everyone seemed to see a water lotus breaking out of the water. Until the lotus sprouted a bud and gave birth to two lotus flowers, the brilliance dissipated.
Long Qi was in a trance, feeling as if something important was being pulled away from his heart. Just as he was about to pass out, he suddenly sighed.
Perfection is ultimately nonsense, and regret is the norm in the world!
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