Chapter 100 A Dream of Two Hundred Years: They died together that winter. ...
Lou Yan didn't sleep well this time.
For some reason, he dreamed of the scene before his death in his previous life.
Before those images, what reached my ears was a whimper from a little wolf.
He quickly realized what he was doing.
The jade brick floor of Shenxiao Palace was somewhat cool. He sat cross-legged, and the demonic sword in his hand began to rust and break the moment he stepped into the room. He casually threw it away with disdain, and it made a sharp "clang" when it hit the ground.
Lou Yan ignored him.
He was very tired.
He had just led the Nine Netherworld Realm to slaughter the entire Immortal Mountain, personally killing his fellow disciples and senior uncles, and then stewing those annoying sharks in the Heavenly Terrace Pool into a pot of fishy soup.
Slay gods, destroy immortals, and abandon demons.
There was only one person left in Shenxiao Palace whom he wanted to kill.
The last true god in the human realm, his master, Heng Qichun.
"Awooo—"
The wolf was still howling.
Lou Yan closed his eyes briefly, disturbed by the noise. Suddenly, he lifted his robe, which was stained with blood, and leaned over to look at the lotus platform behind the barrier.
Heng Qichun sat there.
His eyes were tightly closed, and the movement of his spiritual energy caused his brows to furrow. His face was as white as if covered with a layer of snow.
His light-colored divine robe was stained with blood, and his long black hair fell casually from his back, revealing his thin back and his violently heaving chest.
He made a hand seal with one hand, while using the other to hold a howling little wolf cub.
The wolf cub was very thin and small, with bright black eyes and gray-black curly fur that trembled slightly with his whimpers; his breath had become very weak.
That was a spirit pet that Heng Qichun had raised with divine power, and it was also the original form of Lou Yan.
"I didn't expect you to still be keeping it." Lou Yan spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, revealing a ruthless and obsessive tone.
He narrowed his long, sharp eyes, considered a possibility, and tilted his head to ask, "Are you planning to use it to blackmail me before you die?"
Heng Qichun seemed not to hear him. His eyes remained closed, but the lotus-shaped hand seal on his fingertips tightened, and spiritual energy scattered like a bursting floodgate.
The spiritual energy surged, and the blood, like a winding serpent, trickled down the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, a hint of lotus fragrance filled the air.
Lou Yan wrinkled her nose sharply and looked in the direction of the fragrance. She saw that the lotus platform where Heng Qichun sat was dull in color, and the glass-like petals were gradually withering.
Lou Yan's intuition told him that his divine aura seemed to be dissipating.
It doesn't seem like a threat.
His master was scattered and unwilling to let him touch his cultivation, even at the cost of his life, yet he still refused to abandon the young wolf cub.
He wanted to transfer his spiritual energy to the little wolf.
Upon realizing this, Lou Yan's expression changed, and she abruptly stood up, reaching out to him through the barrier set up by Heng Qichun.
"Give it to me—" Lou Yan bared a canine tooth and shouted sharply, "Give it back to me!!"
The barrier, already at its last gasp, was struck by demonic energy. Its luster vanished for a moment, and then, like a giant sheet of ice, cracks first appeared, and then it shattered in all directions from the center.
"Whoosh—"
The barrier erected by divine power shattered completely.
Heng Qichun bowed deeply and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His once youthful and vibrant face withered away at a visible speed.
He couldn't even maintain the hand seal posture; he could only barely hold the little wolf in his arms and gently touch its trembling back to comfort it.
"Heng Qichun!"
Lou Yan could no longer hold back and raised her hand to grab the wolf cub. Her fingers were about to touch the tuft of gray-black wolf fur when she was pulled back by a huge burst of spiritual energy.
It fell to the ground just like countless times before.
His slightly curled braids fell down from the side of his neck, making his pale wheat-colored face look particularly sickly and sinister. He chuckled, lifted a section of his shirt and stood up, his eyes like a deep well, peering out with a chilling gaze.
sinister and eccentric.
He was already the Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworld, yet he was still defeated by his own master in a single move.
Even though Heng Qichun was already a dying man.
Lou Yan finally stopped fixating on the little wolf in Heng Qichun's arms. He looked at the god with his eyes tightly closed and said in a sinister tone, "Heng Qichun, if you have the guts, open your eyes and look at me!"
Unless you feel guilty, unless you dare not look at me, unless...
Heng Qichun's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His clear eyes reflected a spring-like clarity, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes when he blinked, making it difficult to discern the emotions in his eyes.
But he finally looked up at him.
This gaze pierced through the snow-covered mountains, seemingly connecting all the decades of time, from the life-saving grace to the later master-disciple relationship, from the sword that stabbed him to the withered skeleton beneath the Tiantai Pond.
Lou Yan could only understand two words from it.
—Compassion.
After all, that was a god who had protected all living beings for hundreds of years.
But people are cruel, and even God is no exception.
"Little Wolf." Heng Qichun spoke, and Lou Yan instinctively turned his head and immediately craned his neck to look over.
He gently stroked the little wolf's bald head, then moved his fingers to the upper abdomen, hovering near the dantian.
That was the weakest point for cultivators. Lou Yan immediately frowned. "What are you going to do?"
Heng Qichun closed his eyes and dug two fingers into the flesh. Instantly, spiritual energy filled the air, and turbid waves surged within the hall.
A tremendous surge of spiritual energy spread out, causing Lou Yan's legs to buckle and his vision to blur, making it impossible for him to even take a step closer.
A strong sense of unease immediately welled up in his heart.
In the past few decades, even when he was in his original form as a wolf cub by Heng Qichun's side, he had never felt such a powerful divine blessing.
This is a sign that one's cultivation has been completely depleted.
Perhaps he wanted to transfer more than just his own spiritual energy.
The little wolf cub seemed to feel a little uneasy, and pounced on Heng Qichun's front paws, whimpering as it tried to lick him with its tongue.
It did not succeed.
Lou Yan gritted his teeth, his voice almost forced out from between them: "Heng Qichun, you fucking stop right now—"
"Otherwise, I will—"
With her vision still blurred, Lou Yan vaguely saw Heng Qichun smile.
He pressed down on the wolf cub's head with one hand, while the fingertips of his other hand probed two inches into the flesh, tearing open a bloody hole in the flesh. Then, he continued to exert force, forcefully digging out his own dantian.
Lou Yan's eyes widened, his gloomy face could no longer maintain its composure, and his voice trembled: "Heng Qichun!"
Heng Qichun didn't look at him again. He placed the inner core, which emitted a light-colored glow, to the little wolf's mouth, twirled it with his fingers, and fed it to the wolf. Then he smiled with relief, "In the next life... spare the beings of the Six Realms."
I don't know who he was talking to.
As the words fell, countless faint rays of light swirled and rose within the hall, indistinct and shimmering like a cloud of mist swirling around a mountaintop, about to weave a dreamlike and enchanting spectacle in this world.
Heng Qichun coughed up blood repeatedly, the fabric of his front was completely soaked with blood, and his once youthful face quickly turned deathly pale.
His spiritual energy dissipated, and his cultivation was completely lost.
The little wolf cub whimpered.
It pounced on Heng Qichun with its front paws, licking his chin incessantly with its tongue, whimpering continuously. Even this inhuman spirit pet shed tears.
How could that be?
Lou Yan clenched his fists tightly, his sharp nails digging into the flesh until it bled. He looked at his master before him—
Isn't he the last true God on earth?
How could a god's cultivation possibly dissipate?!
There wasn't time to think it through.
The immense divine power clashed with the demonic energy emanating from Lou Yan, forcing Lou Yan to kneel down and crawl over despite the excruciating pain.
"Heng Qichun." Lou Yan opened his arms and pulled Heng Qichun into his embrace. He looked down at the person with weak breaths, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Please explain yourself clearly.
Heng Qichun struggled to open his eyes, raised his blood-stained hand, and gently touched Lou Yan's cheek. He called to him, "Little Wolf."
Lou Yan tensed up abruptly, staring at him nervously, afraid of missing a single word.
Heng Qichun's fingertips trembled as he touched his face before falling to the ground. Exhausted, his voice was barely audible. "Expelling you from the sect, imprisoning you in the icy pool, forcing you into the demonic path—it was all... Master's fault."
But he still smiled, raised his hand again, and wiped the beauty mark under Lou Yan's eye, saying, "But no matter what, Master will always be with you."
Lou Yan looked at him in disbelief.
What are you doing with me?
Will you accompany me to rule the Nine Netherworlds? Will you accompany me to pacify the Immortal Realm?
Will you accompany me into demonic possession?
Are you kidding me?
"Well--"
Lou Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart meridian. He looked down in disbelief and saw Heng Qichun use his last bit of divine power to pierce through his heart meridian with a sword formed in one hand.
A piece of dead wood fell to the ground with a "crack," turning into dust amidst the scattered divine power.
That was Heng Qichun's stringless zither.
When the zither is broken, the person perishes.
The demonic energy surged and scattered, and Lou Yan was covered in blood, but he only had time to hold the person in his arms tightly at the last moment.
"Master!"
The wolf cub whimpered, and the vast Shenxiao Palace was filled only with the mournful howl of a wild beast.
They died together that winter.
"—Master!!!"
Lou Yan sat up abruptly, his bright eyes looking particularly frightened in the dark night. It took him a long time to blink slowly as he looked at the familiar bed in the Divine Firmament Palace.
He was still panting.
The bedding was piled up on the tatami mat, and his clothes were tangled together. He lay on the bed with his upper body bare, and one corner of the quilt still had a damp stain on it.
Everything indicated what had just happened to this bed not long ago.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, no, at least the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Lou Yan finally came to her senses from that terrifying dream and raised her hand to touch her heart.
Hot, throbbing, and without scars.
It was definitely a dream.
For some unknown reason, after being pierced through the heart by Heng Qichun's sword, his soul remained intact after his death, unable to enter the underworld for reincarnation. He could only wander in the Netherworld beyond the Six Realms for two hundred years without any support.
For the past two hundred years, he has always avoided recalling the scene of his mutual destruction with Heng Qichun.
But his heart ached every single day, a constant reminder to him.
But now his heart is good; he has been reborn, and that was just a nightmare from his previous life.
Lou Yan reminded himself once again.
etc--
Wasn't he doing *that* with Heng Qichun? Why did he suddenly fall asleep, and... where is Heng Qichun?
Lou Yan clenched the blanket covering her, an unbelievable yet audacious thought flashing through her mind—Heng Qichun took those things out with him?
Where did you go?
As he was deep in thought, a blinding white light suddenly flashed across the dark night sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
Lou Yan suddenly raised his head, looking out the window with a face full of terror, and his eyes met the blinding lightning.
!!
That was—his tribulation lightning!
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Author's note: Yesterday's chapter is still unlocking. It's been a whole day, but Little Sheep won't give up! [Angry]
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