Chapter 118: Past of the Cloud Palace (5)
Qingyue even saw her own statue surrounded by believers. The devout believers were praying to her for wealth, marriage, and peace...
She suddenly came to her senses, rushed to the statue regardless of everything, and broke the clay sculpture with her own hands in front of everyone!
"Why are you worshipping? There are no gods in this world! There are only hypocritical liars! You've all been deceived, do you know that? Those hypocrites created disasters and then played the savior to steal the power of your faith! Don't be stupid anymore, don't be deceived anymore!"
"There are no gods in this world, only a bunch of hypocrites who have become fools through their cultivation!"
In order to make her story more convincing, she even projected the scenes from her memory.
But no one believed her.
Even though they saw with their own eyes the earth dragon being released in the picture and causing disaster, no one believed her.
They only saw that she had smashed the statue and destroyed the faith, and they were deeply afraid that this would arouse the wrath of the gods and that they would no longer protect all living beings.
The crowd was like a swarm of enraged bees.
Some people shouted "Death to those who blaspheme!", and some picked up stones and threw them at her.
She could have easily escaped from this farce with a single dodge, but she stubbornly stood there, stubbornly explaining, stubbornly screaming: "See the truth! See their true colors! They are not true gods, but demons! Demons who fooled everyone and killed my master!"
Blood dripped down his forehead and mixed with rainwater, soaking his clothes.
The sky suddenly began to rain heavily, and she was inevitably drenched in filth.
Warm liquid flowed from his eyes, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain, tears, or blood.
The blood-red rain blurred her vision, and she finally understood that people would rather be reaped by the sickle of lies than let the truth destroy their faith.
When Zhuohua was dying, was he also like himself now, filled with sorrow but helpless?
Master, if you were still here, it would be great if you could tell me what to do.
Should I continue to be a hypocritical God?
Or tear off the divine attire and pull everything down from the altar?
But they don’t believe me. I clearly gave them evidence, but they just don’t believe me!
When lies are spread long enough, they become truth, etched into the blood of generations, and can never be washed away...
But are mortals really so stupid that they are beyond help?
If this is true, then what are the years we spent hand in hand in this world?
We have been doing justice together, fighting against the strong and helping the weak. So what do those things we have done matter?
"Ridiculous! This world is absolutely ridiculous!"
Qingyue slowly stood up from the mud, the clarity in her eyes shattered, "If I can't be a god who saves the world, then I will be a demon who destroys the world!"
A loud thunder shattered the dark sky.
From then on, the world of immortal cultivation lost a noble and benevolent immortal king, and only a terrifying demon king remained.
Every time she swung her sword, it seemed like she was declaring war on this absurd world.
Those who are possessed by the devil will have their hearts and morals destroyed, and will be forever cut off from the path to immortality. After death, they will fall into the endless hell and suffer eternal pain.
But the human world is as absurd as purgatory, so where is the fairyland?
With her extraordinary talent, her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds after she became a demon. In just a dozen years, she was unrivaled in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
The Immortal Master Lingfa, who was once high and mighty and had countless followers, also knelt before her, trembling and praying for a glimmer of hope.
At that time, Qingyue was studying the chess game. Without even looking up, she said, "I heard that when you, the clan leaders, play chess, you like to use your own kingdoms as the chessboard. Wherever you place your pieces, that becomes the battlefield. The loser in the end must send incense from their kingdom to the winner."
She opened her eyes, revealing a cold glint: "Isn't it fun?"
She shook her head and said disdainfully, "But it's too troublesome. I don't like it. How about we bet heads? Whoever loses the game will give up their own head."
After she slaughtered seven major immortal sects in a row, her father finally came to her house and said, "You rebellious daughter, how long are you going to make trouble?"
She sat on the high throne and when she looked up at the man in front of her, all worldly affection had long since disappeared under the suppression of her demonic nature.
"If you hadn't come, I would have almost forgotten that I even have a father. Father, hahahaha... Do you want to play a game of chess with your daughter? How about using your head as a bet?"
Her father was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but he still said patiently: "Yueyue, turn back! The devil's way is not the right way, it damages the heart and destroys humanity. You should have been the pride of our sect, your future should have been hopeless, you should have been..."
"Should I be like you, wearing divine attire and becoming a deceitful immortal? Immortal, I'm tired of that. Father, if you don't want to play chess, then surrender. Bring everyone from your Qingcang Sect with you. I don't mind having a few more useful dogs."
"You rebellious girl, how outrageous!" Her father was furious and wanted to kill her with a sword.
But his sword stopped half an inch before reaching the heart of the Demon Lord Qingyue. He lowered his head, staring in astonishment at the sword piercing his chest, a voice of disbelief escaping his throat: "You, actually killed your father..."
"Bang!" Father's body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the bright red blood spread to Qingyue's feet, staining her white dress red.
She stared blankly at all this with her eyes wide open, repeating in a low voice: "I killed my father! I actually killed my father..."
The blood stains on the hem of the skirt became more and more, so glaring.
Sadness, shock, regret, and other chaotic emotions seemed to burst out in her chest, but they suddenly dissipated and were replaced by rage and murderous emotions.
She dropped her sword, turned slowly, and from then on she no longer wore white clothes.
Black is not easy to dye, so you don’t have to worry about staining blood, and you can’t see your own filth and sins, right?
She thought that her character was stronger and that she could suppress the evil spirit, but in the end, she could not turn back and became the most evil person in the world.
Until later, she met Azhuo.
He had the same face as his master, and wore the same white clothes as white as snow. He stood in the gray world like a gentle light, and became the only warmth in her life for the rest of her life.
During the years she was the Demon Lord, whenever her evil nature erupted and she lost control of herself, for some reason, as long as Azhuo's face appeared, it would soothe her rage and ease her murderous rage.
She was like an indestructible sword, leaving corpses everywhere she went. And Ah Zhuo, like the scabbard that helped to defuse her edge, also mitigated many of her sins.
All the past events flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.
At that moment, a figure slowly emerged from the tranquil lake before her. Blood gushed from her chest, her eyes red as she demanded, "Daughter, how could you commit such a heinous crime as patricide?"
Lin Qingyue's usually calm eyes suddenly revealed a hint of fear: "Father..."
"Shut up, you're not worthy of calling me father! You murdered your father to seize power, massacred the eight great sects, and brought chaos and chaos to the entire world of immortal cultivation! People like you deserve a thousand deaths to atone for your crimes! You deserve to die, why don't you just go and die!"
"I...should die?"
"Yes, you deserve to die!" the man roared, his face filled with rage. "You are a traitor to the entire world of immortal cultivation. You have destroyed the harmony that has existed in the world for thousands of years! The sins you have committed are unforgivable in this world, and even after death, even Hell cannot tolerate you!"
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