Mo Yan increasingly felt that this was the right thing to do, and as for how the Demon Lord survived, the answer would probably be found here.
Perhaps this is the last place they preserved, or perhaps the octopuses were stopped, or perhaps the octopuses simply wanted to wait for the pigs to get a little fatter.
"I don't know how to tell you."
The Demon Lord was actually somewhat dejected; he had thought about this answer for a long time before he understood it.
"Back then, we thought that as long as we ascended, we could reach a higher world. But after we ascended, we found out that it was just a huge group of octopuses. And the octopuses didn't enter the cultivation world, just to wait for us to ascend and then eat us."
The so-called ascension is nothing but a hoax.
There was no ascension at all; if they had ascended, they would have just run into someone's mouth and been eaten.
"After your parents and I discovered this, we immediately returned and closed the ascension portal, but octopuses still followed us. We had no choice but to suppress them. Your parents really risked their lives. They survived, but I was imprisoned here."
As for whether your parents survived, or whether they are just monsters possessing your parents' memories, I don't know. They told me that the only way to suppress them is to sacrifice you; you are their nemesis.
I always felt that this shouldn't be happening, but I couldn't leave this place, so I watched them leave those words and then left.
They said there was only one way: when you grow up and ascend to heaven, that will be the time to suppress the demon realm.
Perhaps the sect leaders knew, perhaps they didn't, but in any case, everyone protected you. They all believed your blood could kill the Demon Realm.
Mo Yan looked at her hands. "It is indeed possible, but if I die, this passage will be broken open, and then those octopuses can go on a killing spree."
Mo Yan looked up at the sky. It seemed this Heavenly Dao had failed and could only follow those octopuses in plotting against cultivators. So-called ascension was simply becoming food for others.
This Heavenly Dao is truly garbage, yet it doesn't seem to realize that if things continue like this, it will eventually be devoured.
"They want me dead, but they're also afraid of my blood, so they're plotting against me. Qingya is probably part of their scheme too. Actually, I'm quite curious about the so-called five lifetimes, is it really true?"
Mo Yan walked straight out and looked at Qingya, who was horribly disfigured by lightning.
"Is your so-called five lifetimes true?"
Qingya was already terrified. When she saw Moyan, she instinctively tried to rush over, but Moyan kicked her away.
"I'm overthinking it. Whether it's true or not doesn't matter. Even if it is true, why should I sacrifice myself for your love?"
It's either a conspiracy by those octopuses or pure trash; in short, it's the same thing: they selfishly want the original owner to sacrifice herself to fulfill their selfish desires. Why should they?
"I... I really thought that I had a love that spanned five lifetimes with her, I..." Qingya finally spoke. Now he truly had nothing left.
Without cultivation, without spiritual power, even the cold spirit is fake.
He suddenly didn't know what he was living for. He wanted to become a god revered by all, so he was with Mo Yan.
He wanted fame, so he kept putting down Mo Yan. He gained fame, and then he wanted love.
That heart-pounding excitement, that unique feeling, that unspoken understanding of sharing life and death—wanting too much, ultimately getting nothing.
He actually likes an octopus.
Rumble.
The lightning struck down again.
This time, he didn't feel afraid at all.
"So what? Because you think she's your soulmate, you expect me to bear all of this? You expect me to go along with you two? You expect me to give in to you two? You expect me to sacrifice myself to make you happy?"
Qingya, are you dreaming?
Whether you've been through five lifetimes or not is none of my business. You willingly chose to be with me, and you made a vow to the heavens. I'm being lenient by not accusing you of marriage fraud. You expect me to sacrifice for you? Get as far away from me as possible.
Mo Yan kicked him away with one kick. What he would do was none of her business.
Ascension means becoming someone else's food—what an ironic answer.
Mo Yan turned around and walked towards the inn.
"My Lord Demon Lord, after all these years you should have found out something, right? Where exactly did these ghostly things come from?"
She refused to believe that he, as the Demon Lord, hadn't found anything.
"I can't find it." The Demon Lord was also helpless; he really couldn't find it.
Mo Yan looked up at the sky, and then there was only...
In the following days, the disciples studied how to grow vegetables. Finally, after they succeeded, the Demon Lord was stunned. Could vegetables really be grown in the Demon Realm?
Mo Yan finally got to eat the watermelon and cantaloupe she had been longing for.
The illusion shattered the moment they gained their reward.
They arrived at the second place, which was a magic array that they couldn't understand at all. At the same time, they saw the Demon Lord and Mo Yan's parents fighting against the Demon Realm. In the end, they sacrificed themselves to suppress the Demon Realm.
At the same time, everyone heard a sentence in their hearts: only Mo Yan's sacrifice can save the cultivation world.
Looking at the image, Mo Yan finally understood. It turned out that the Heavenly Dao was forced to give up some things to stop those octopuses from running into the cultivation world. In other words, the cultivation world was a place protected by the Heavenly Dao, but it was difficult to protect, and the Heavenly Dao was watching it covetously every day.
Mo Yan thought she should go and see what was going on, but little did she know, a scheme was waiting for her here.
They wanted the people of the cultivation world to push her out and make her a sacrifice. What a brilliant idea, especially since it was suggested by her own parents.
This is to tell the people in the cultivation world, you don't need to worry, we, as her parents, are willing to let her sacrifice herself, so you shouldn't be reluctant.
If you want to live, you have to kill Mo Yan.
Mo Yan was also waiting for them to make a statement.
Mo Yan's disciples, along with members of the Immortal Music Sect, stood directly beside Mo Yan, watching them warily.
The others were utterly helpless.
"What are you doing? How could we be so ungrateful? Immortal Mo Yan saved us, why should we make her sacrifice herself?"
“That’s right. Even if we’re going to fight, we should fight fair and square. Didn’t Uncle Mo Yan say that as long as we have the grass ring, we won’t mistake anyone for someone else? We can just kill the others.”
"We're not afraid to die. We'll just fight them to the death. If so many of us have to sacrifice one person to ensure our safety, what's the difference between us and animals?"
"Immortal Mo Yan, you don't need to listen to your parents. At worst, it's a battle!"
Even the demons appeared out of nowhere and looked at them.
"You have changed our demon realm, but we are not afraid of death. At worst, we will fight."
"Fight them to the death, and protect the Three Realms with our lives."
"We swear to defend the Three Realms to the death!"
"We swear to defend the Three Realms to the death!"
Seeing this scene, Mo Yan suddenly laughed.
Looking towards the center of the formation, he asked, "What should we do? Your plan has failed?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
