【Who knows right and wrong】Why did she faint again?
She saw it.
She saw a huge, boiling bronze cauldron as vast as a valley.
Under the cauldron, there was a blazing green spiritual fire.
And inside the cauldron, there was a sticky, dark red... soup that was constantly bubbling.
No, that's not soup.
There were countless limbs, twisted and deformed heads with eyes open, and floating, boiled organs... In the thick soup, she saw countless faces in extreme pain, floating and breaking in it.
That was... thrown into the cauldron alive and boiled into porridge...
Demon race.
Among them were children with innocent faces, but their eyes had been gouged out, leaving only empty bloody holes.
Among them was a pretty banshee, whose long hair had stuck to her rotting flesh.
There is also an old demon with white hair and beard, and despair of genocide in his turbid eyes.
Their souls were trapped in the furnace and unable to escape, they could only make silent sobs. The sobs directly attacked their souls, causing Zhou Suyao to have a splitting headache, as if the next moment, her soul would be torn apart by this boundless resentment.
Beside the cauldron stood countless figures in blue and white Taoist robes. Their faces showed no compassion, only the indifferent expression of following orders. Holding long-handled magical instruments, they expressionlessly pushed the bound, struggling demons one by one into the furnace of death, like dumping garbage.
"No...no——let my mother go!!"
Zhou Suyao suddenly looked up and looked towards the source of the sound. It was a young banshee. Her cry was shrill and sad, but the next second, as the cold magic weapon pierced her chest, her voice stopped abruptly.
At the side, a banshee who was being held captive by several people in blue and white Taoist robes burst into a sharp wail. Her body suddenly burst into golden light, shaking the people who were holding her away. She pounced on the corpse of the little banshee, while hoarsely shouting her most vicious curse.
"Dao Moxing...you will not die well!"
This is simply hell on earth.
A living purgatory.
However, in the center of this purgatory scene, Zhou Suyao clearly saw a figure.
——Xuan Yangming.
However, the Xuan Yangming before him was not the withered and aged figure from outside the illusion. He still had the youthful, childish appearance of a young man, yet he exuded an unnaturally aged air. He looked quite strange, yet it was difficult to immediately grasp the reason for his strangeness.
But Zhou Suyao knew: this was the countless time that he had transformed into a young man in order to nourish the three meridian flowers.
At this moment, he was standing next to the cauldron, holding a magic weapon carved from bones in his hand, muttering something. The next moment, the "soup" in the cauldron began to boil, and it didn't take long before the bones and flesh in the cauldron were cooked into a pool of bloody paste.
Everything was ready. She saw Dao Moxing come to the front of the cauldron, raise his hands, and quickly form a complex and strange spell.
As the incantation was completed, the monks erupted in cheers. Holding jade bowls in their hands, they lined up in an orderly formation, waiting to receive a bowl of meat porridge made from the flesh and blood of the demon race from Xuan Yangming's enormous jade spoon.
"The demon clan—the lewd clan that defiles the world. They forcibly absorb spiritual energy and create their own spiritual bodies, just to start a war with us spiritual cultivators one day. Today, thanks to my disciple Ning Qinggui's determination to sacrifice his own family for the sake of justice, Xuan Yangming acted decisively to eliminate this evil clan, thus protecting the spiritual path for eternity."
After saying that, Dao Moxing raised the meat porridge in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Under the furnace, all the monks echoed loudly:
"Kill this evil clan and protect my spiritual path."
"Kill this evil clan! Protect my spiritual path!"
However, during this moment of pilgrimage, Zhou Suyao noticed that Xuan Yangming, standing nearby, was unlike the others. His expression was unmoved, only a cold, focused expression. He carefully guided a red meatball, imbued with vast amounts of demonic spiritual energy, towards the center of the altar.
The picture changes instantly.
Zhou Suyao's consciousness was forcibly pulled back to the perspective on the altar, but at that time she was not tied up and hanging upside down, but was standing at a higher dimension looking down.
She saw it.
I saw the most complete appearance of this cold altar.
The altar before him was far from being as evil as the one outside the illusion, and the runes carved on the stone platform were not gold foil blood symbols, but more ancient and obscure runes.
And in the center of the altar, there is a... extremely young and weak, almost transparent, three-veined flower with only three blood-red leaf buds.
But just when Xuan Mingyang led the bloody meatball to the center of the altar and suddenly crushed it, causing countless blood rain to fall, the vein flower began to grow wildly at an extremely strange speed!
Like a child with real consciousness, it made a sharp sound like crying, and its branches, leaves and meridians twisted and struggled... until finally, its stamens began to beat slowly, like a prematurely ripened tumor, growing into the shape of a heart.
Just as this rapidly growing vein was about to take shape, he seemed to keenly catch a glimpse of a hidden gaze. A flicker of uncontrollable excitement crossed his face, which looked extremely conflicted, and he slowly turned his head.
His eyes met with Zhou Suyao in the void.
moment!
The picture collapsed like a shattered mirror.
Zhou Suyao's consciousness was thrown back to reality in an instant. The severe headache made her eyes go black. The disgusting scenes in the illusion still remained in her mind, making her stomach churn.
The image of all those monsters being boiled into porridge, and the disgusting image of that flower that looked like a slimy newborn baby, were both engraved deep in her soul like a brand, making her feel overwhelmed with resentment and disgust.
But in reality, the three-vein flower that had briefly stopped devouring seemed to be injected with even more violent power after sensing the resentment and images from a hundred years ago that were fed back to Zhou Suyao's consciousness.
Buzz——!!
The chains binding Zhou Suyao shattered, and she fell heavily to the center of the altar. Beside her, the three-veined flower, whose appearance and aura were both revolting, suddenly sprouted countless red threads from its core, wrapping around her tightly.
Not far away, Xuan Yangming, who had been stunned by the massive backlash, slowly stood up. The fear of being attacked from both sides made Zhou Suyao subconsciously struggle.
Unexpectedly, the more she struggled, the tighter the red silk thread wrapped around her became.
Seeing Xuan Yangming was about to come to her!
"Bang--!"
The three vein flowers suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light, and a red barrier instantly appeared in front of her.
An illusory figure slowly emerged from the pulse flower.
Zhou Suyao recognized her as the mother of the little banshee in the illusion.
Immediately afterwards, the little banshee whose chest was pierced by the magic weapon appeared beside her. There was still a huge bloody hole on her chest, but her face was clearly smiling slightly.
Continuously, shadows appeared one after another from the pulse flowers.
There were old demons who were very old, young demons with childish faces, and countless other demons that looked a thousand times different from each other but were brutally slaughtered just because they had the same blood.
Until the last shadow appeared in front of her.
She was a beautiful woman she had seen before. Her long black hair moved without a breeze, and her eyes were full of red pupils that no one could ignore.
It was the female ghost she saw in the underworld.
——Ning Qinggui.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Unlike the ferocious look in the underworld, her smile now carried a kind of compassion that came from someone who had experienced endless pain and finally returned to silence.
"See?" Her voice was ethereal and ethereal, yet each word carried a weight of a thousand pounds. "This is the Yellow Springs Road that Dao Moxing and Xuan Yangming...paved for our demon race!"
Her gaze swept across the shadows of the millions of demons standing silently around her, and finally stopped on Zhou Suyao.
"We were refined and devoured. We paid the price of genocide to satisfy their desires... For a hundred years, resentment lingered, hatred raged."
Ning Qinggui's voice was calm, yet it was thick with hatred. "This hatred... cannot save the demon race, nor can it destroy this bloodline... All we can do is sink into eternal depravity, becoming the nourishment that allows it to grow stronger and ultimately bring disaster to the Three Paths..."
As she spoke, her illusory finger gently touched Zhou Suyao's brow. In an instant, a cold yet vast spiritual power, mixed with the grief, pain and despair of the demons for thousands of years, as well as the deepest desire for freedom and liberation, instantly poured into Zhou Suyao's body like a flood that broke through the dam.
"Ugh...!" This spiritual power was accompanied by pain, causing her to wail in agony instantly. Her body convulsed under the restraints of the red silk thread, and countless fragments of memories that did not belong to her exploded in her mind, accompanied by countless pains: the burning pain when she was thrown into the furnace, the despair of her relatives being brutally murdered, and... the powerlessness of having her soul forcibly extracted, and the blood in her body gathering behind her ears and slowly flowing away.
The pain of hundreds of demons over the past ten thousand years was like thousands of silver needles, piercing her soul fiercely.
"Accept it." Ning Qinggui's voice was so far away, yet so close, that she couldn't tell where she was and why she was speaking again.
"This is all the strength our demon race has accumulated over thousands of years... Please... help us... for our race."
"revenge……"
"To repay... the blood debt..."
As the last word fell, Ning Qinggui's figure, along with the shadows of tens of millions of demons around him, completely turned into countless scarlet dust like quicksand blown away by the wind, and dissipated in the barrier.
However, this barrier formed by the spiritual power of countless demons has never disappeared. It seems that it has exhausted its last bit of strength just to protect the people who are undergoing transformation inside.
Not far away, Xuan Yangming slowly stood up holding a white bone staff. His old eyes stared at Zhou Suyao who was entangled in red silk threads in the barrier, as if filled with endless hatred.
At his feet, the bone staff scraped against the stone wall, making a harsh sound.
And no one inside the barrier knows.
Zhou Suyao, who has accepted the spiritual power of all the demons, is undergoing a transformation.
It was a heart-pounding breath, a strange interweaving of coldness and vitality.
Slowly waking up in her body.
“Bang—!”
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
At the critical moment when Xuan Yangming's staff was only an inch away from her, she suddenly raised her hand, and the huge spiritual power gushed out from her palm, and she actually took Xuan Yangming's fatal blow!
The impact was visible to the naked eye, like ripples, blowing up the hard rocks on the surrounding ground and shattering them into pieces.
Xuan Yangming groaned, staggered back a few steps, a trickle of black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the horror in his eyes became even greater.
"How come your spiritual power... is so similar to hers?"
He wailed, full of resentment.
"Why...! Why...! I just want to unify the three realms...! Ning Qinggui! I'm not the one you should hate!"
After saying this, he stared at Zhou Suyao intently, gritting his teeth and saying, "The one she should hate is Dao Moxing! It was Dao Moxing who forced her to practice dual cultivation! It was Dao Moxing who boiled her people! And me! I just want to unify the three paths! Without me, who else will do it? Why did she give you spiritual power to let you fight against me?"
Zhou Suyao shrugged, but the spiritual power in her hand did not weaken. The abundant spiritual power in her body had already repaired the scars on her lower abdomen that had been torn repeatedly, making her feel more confident when speaking.
"I don't know, but..."
"You and Dao Moxing... both deserve to pay with your lives! One to Ning Qinggui! The other to my senior brother!"
Behind her, the tens of millions of red silk threads that had been hanging down for a long time instantly turned into tens of millions of blood-red arrows that shot out of the bowstring, piercing towards Xuan Yangming with a sharp force that broke through the air.
Seeing this scene, Xuan Yangming's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly detonated his inner elixir. The huge spiritual power impact was like a bomb in modern society, blowing Zhou Suyao away.
In front of Zhou Suyao's eyes, everything seemed to go into slow motion.
She was thrown backwards by the impact, and a wound deep enough to see the bone appeared instantly. Hot blood splattered out from the wound.
But the blood was not spilled.
The moment before Xuan Yangming turned into golden light and disappeared, she saw an extremely familiar figure.
That was the hill where the eldest brother who had become an immortal should have been lying. Along with the peach branches, he looked like a dying figure.
But now, this person appeared in front of him.
He did not appear before her like a god descending from heaven as he had done in the past to protect her from getting hurt.
Instead, he stood above the Three Vein Flowers not far away, cut open the palm of his right hand with an expressionless face, and let the blood from his palm drip into the pistil of the Three Vein Flowers.
As the pistil trembled wildly, he spoke slowly:
"With my blood..."
"Sacrifice to Heaven and Earth..."
“Seal the Heaven…Inherit the Meridians…!”
The last word seemed to come from the sky!
Immediately afterwards, there was deathly silence in the underground palace.
Not far away, Zhou Suyao slowly closed her eyes.
She really felt a little embarrassed in front of the senior brother, after all, the senior brother had seen her faint so many times.
But this time the dizziness was worth it.
After all, she had seen that the eldest senior brother was indeed the extremely cold-blooded exiled immortal in Ning Qinggui's illusion.
What about the trust between people? Why is the eldest brother unwilling to be open-hearted with her?
Her little heart was a little hurt.
When she wakes up, I will ask her the reason for all this.
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