"I will seal the evil spirit inside my body."

Listening to Kunxuzi's question, Hua Xiangwan answered thoughtfully: "Now the Questioning Sword is powerless to seal the Ghost Spirit, but my Soul-Locking Lamp is still here. When I devour the Demon Lord's half of the Ghost Spirit, I will temporarily trap it in my body with the Soul-Locking Lamp. After I finish dealing with things in the Western Territory, I will follow you to the Realm of Life and Death. If the Ghost Spirit is not eliminated, I will never be able to get out. As for where the other half of the Ghost Spirit is, and whether the Demon Lord is really dead..."

Hua Xiangwan pursed her lips and said honestly, "I don't know, but I have a guess."

"What guess?"

Hua Xiangwan didn't say anything. She thought for a moment before saying, "The one who just woke up from the glacier could be the Demon Lord."

Kun Xuzi was stunned, Hua Xiangwan said calmly: "He is Shen Yichen, whom Elder Kun had met in the past."

"He..." Kunxuzi recalled the identical face and found it unbelievable, "How could he look exactly like Changji?!"

"He was a mermaid. He just reached adulthood on the day he died. Before he died, his face turned into Xie Changji's."

Hua Xiangwan spoke briefly and to the point. Kunxuzi subconsciously glanced at Xie Changji. He wanted to ask something, but he felt that his status was not appropriate, so he held back and could only say, "So?"

"He has been dead for two hundred years. The Heart-Hearted Jade Sea Pearl is still in my hands. I did nothing, but after the Demon Lord died, he was resurrected. What do you think," Hua Xiangwan pondered, "was he resurrected or was he abducted?"

Kunxuzi didn't say anything. He recalled Shen Yichen's look just now and felt a little uncertain for a moment.

"If he is the Demon Lord, then the evil spirit must be in him. There is no toxic suppression. None of us can be his opponent for the time being. But he did not take action, so he must be asking for something. Elder Kun can contact Sect Leader Su first. I will stabilize him first and then make plans."

"Then," Kunxuzi still didn't understand, "what exactly is he trying to achieve by doing this?"

Listening to Kunxuzi's question, Hua Xiangwan recalled what the Jade Blood God had done and the last words he said to her in the Demon Palace, and said slowly: "He thinks that cultivators are favored by the Heavenly Dao and plunder too much spiritual energy, causing all living things to suffer."

"Then he can't possibly kill all the monks..."

"That's what he meant."

Kunxuzi was shocked when he heard this. Hua Xiangwan looked up at him and said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, Xie Changji and the Spirit of the Dragon are his biggest goals now. His ultimate goal is to train Xie Changji to be the most suitable vessel for the Spirit of the Dragon and to use the Spirit of the Dragon to destroy the world."

"From the time I went to Yunlai to the time Xie Changji came down the mountain, to now, it was all the trap he set for Xie Changji. Xie Changji's mind is strong and clear, and he will not be easily possessed by the devil, so he lured him to fall step by step. Until today, he first lured Xie Changji to exhaust his spiritual power, and then let Qin Yunyi sacrifice his body to lead the evil spirit into his body and erode his mind. Finally, he hinted and lured him to the glacier to let him see Shen Yichen's appearance, giving them an opportunity. If he really killed Shen Yichen today, if Shen Yichen is innocent, the cause and effect will be thin, and he will have broken the last bottom line. Killing innocent people for his own selfishness, there is no way back, and he has become the best container for the ghost spirit."

Kunxuzi listened and was speechless.

Hua Xiangwan lowered his head and said, "The situation is almost clear now. Elder, you should contact Sect Leader Su as soon as possible to discuss Xie Changji's situation and prepare for the worst. If Xie Changji really falls into evil and becomes a vessel for the evil spirit..."

"He will die."

Kunxuzi started to speak, and Hua Xiangwan paused. She slowly raised her head and stared at Kunxuzi: "What did you say?"

"His physique can guard the boundary between life and death, so no one feels at ease," Kunxuzi said with some difficulty, "so... when he was five years old, the sect set up an altar and array to create a Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Tribulation for him."

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan suppressed her emotions and asked, "What is this?"

“It’s a curse.”

Kunxuzi turned his head away, not daring to look at Hua Xiangwan: "He made the vow himself, a curse for his future self. He made a pact with the Heavenly Dao, that if he is parasitized by evil spirits and destroys the Dao in the future, he will be killed by the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation in this world."

The strongest curse in this world is the one you give yourself.

The sect set up an array and signed a contract with the Heavenly Dao on its own. Then this nine-day thunder tribulation was an agreement that the Heavenly Dao would never change.

"So, anyone in this world who is possessed by a demon has a way out, but for Chang Ji, there is only death."

After hearing this, Hua Xiangwan sat there in a daze, unable to speak.

In almost an instant, she understood what Kunxuzi meant.

To the Demon Lord, Xie Changji is a natural container.

But to the Tianjian Sect, Xie Changji is a prison of evil.

The Demon Lord wants him to become a demon and destroy the world, while the Heavenly Sword Sect wants him to die as a sacrifice.

Yun Lai was not afraid of Xie Changji falling into evil. In fact, if the critical moment came, letting Xie Changji become the vessel of the ghost spirit would actually be the way to completely kill the ghost spirit.

From the beginning, everyone around him had already prepared to abandon him at any time. So even if he was a void body, he could be safely placed in the realm of life and death.

Hua Xiangwan couldn't control herself. She held the armrest tightly and asked, "Does he know about it?"

"He knows."

Kunxu answered truthfully: "He made the oath himself, so of course he knows it."

"Then you guys," Hua Xiangwan didn't know who to blame for a moment. She raised her head and looked at Kunxuzi in disbelief. "You still let him go to the realm of life and death? Once he is contaminated by the seven emotions and six desires, he will be flawed everywhere. You are not afraid that he will fall into the devil, that he will destroy the Tao, that he will become a container for the ghost spirit one day, that he..."

Hua Xiangwan was unable to continue. Kunxuzi lowered his eyes and said, "Young Master Hua, everyone is born with his own destiny."

"But no one is born to be a sword!"

Hua Xiangwan raised her voice.

Kunxuzi looked a little sad: "If it is you, young master, are you willing to become this sword?"

Hua Xiangwan was speechless, and Kunxuzi gave the answer: "Young Master sacrificed himself to the Soul Locking Lamp. If Young Master were in Changji's position, I believe Young Master would also be willing to be a sword to protect the people. Since Young Master can do it, why can't he be Changji?"

Why can't it be Xie Changji?

She can die, why can't Xie Changji?

Hua Xiangwan's lips trembled slightly. She thought of the moment when Xie Changji held her in his arms on the bed and listened to the rain, and the moment when the young Xie Changji tenderly looked at the wheat fields swaying like waves in the wind.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"We monks are born with luxurious clothes and food, and are supported by the sect. Every grain of rice we eat, every mouthful of porridge we drink, every piece of clothing we wear, and every breath of spiritual energy we use during cultivation all come from the labor and support of tens of millions of people in this world. Some people farm, some people weave clothes, and we cultivate the Tao to protect the masses. This is our duty. Xie Changji was chosen by destiny, and he could not refuse. If one day, I am chosen, I cannot refuse either."

Kunxuzi lowered his head, looking a little sad: "Besides, we have tried to stop him from going down the mountain. But his sword of inquiry has already been exhausted, and forcing himself to stay in the realm of life and death... that is forcing him to die. Going to the west may give him a glimmer of hope."

Listening to this, Hua Xiangwan sat there, unable to say a word.

The two were silent for a while. Seeing that Hua Xiangwan was speechless, Kunxuzi raised his hand and said respectfully, "I will go back and discuss the outcome of this matter with the headmaster. The young master is also injured, so you should rest early."

Having said this, Kunxuzi bowed and stood up to leave.

After Kunxuzi left, the room became completely quiet.

Hua Xiangwan turned her head and saw Xie Changji not far away. The spiritual power from the magic circle was flowing gently through his body. The wounds on his body were slowly healing, and he looked as if he was asleep.

She stared at this person in the silence, but she knew that she had a lot of things to do at the moment.

To confirm whether Shen Yichen is the Demon Lord.

Go and see the current situation of the Demon Palace and the Six Sects.

Go and see whether Qin Yunshang can recapture Mingluan Palace as scheduled.

Go and call Xue Zidan back...

But these pressures kept coming down on her one after another, making it hard for her to breathe. This silent darkness seemed to be her only safe haven.

She looked at the person in the light in the darkness for a long time. After a long time, she stood up, walked to his side, took a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off his body one by one.

He has a handsome face and a scholarly air, and when he closes his eyes, he appears somewhat gentle.

In fact, blood is not suitable for him. He should be born on the top of the clouds, like the bright and clear moon. He should be wearing a snow-white robe, wearing a jade crown and carrying a long sword, just to show his gentlemanly demeanor.

He should be able to stand on the top of the clouds, with thousands of people looking up to him, and give sermons. He has a nice voice, and many female disciples should like him.

His life is much slower than that of others. He experiences everything in this world in detail. He deserves to have longer and quieter years than ordinary people, allowing him to feel the beauty of the world one by one.

Let him listen quietly to the wind and rain at night, watch the morning light and dew, the flowers blooming and withering, and the clouds rolling and unrolling.

Thinking of this scene, Hua Xiangwan couldn't help laughing. Her smile filled her eye sockets and tears fell.

As if sensing the cool water on his cheek, the person in front of him slowly opened his eyes.

The bloodshot in his eyes had not yet faded, and he seemed a little dazed.

People who are possessed by demons live in their own illusions. The outside world is only related to their state of mind. They can only see what their demons show them and hear what their demons want them to hear.

Hua Xiangwan looked into his eyes, not expecting him to see her, but he looked at her blankly, and after a long while, he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Hua Xiangwan was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Xie Changji showing the same helpless and hesitant expression as when he was young: "Don't cry, I'll buy you some osmanthus cake."

After hearing this, she realized that he didn't see her.

He was still in his own fantasy world, still thinking about the eighteen-year-old Hua Xiangwan, when she would pretend to cry to deceive him, and every time he tried to coax her, he would only buy her things she liked.

She stared at him, tears falling uncontrollably.

She was no longer the eighteen-year-old girl, but she clearly remembered the osmanthus cake, the little sugar figurines, the hairpins, and the rag dolls he had bought.

She remembered the joy she felt at that moment, an emotion she would never experience again for the rest of her life.

She stared at the man in front of her, listening to him talking to the void, word by word, the words he had never told her back then.

"Wanwan, I'm going to the realm of life and death first. You wait for me to come back."

"Wanwan, I want to have another wedding and take you to meet my master and uncle. Then, we can drink the wedding wine together, okay?"

"Wanwan..."

As she listened to these words, her vision became increasingly blurred and she couldn't help it. After a long while, she couldn't help but pounce on him and hugged him tightly.

Xie Changji's voice suddenly stopped, and for a moment, there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.

However, soon, blood filled his eyes again, revealing a hint of confusion.

The two of them were in the dark, and she trembled as she held him tightly, as if drawing strength from him.

After a long time, her body gradually calmed down and her heart gradually became calm.

"Xie Changji," she said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid."

As she spoke, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes showing murderous intent: "I'm here."

She couldn't give Xie Changji the love of the eighteen-year-old Hua Xiangwan.

She can no longer afford to act without considering the consequences or to act without looking back.

The years have worn away her youthful passion and returned her with fangs and swords.

She had cast her life into a silent Great Wall, quietly guarding the one she loved in the world.

She holds the sword here, honoring her death in battle.