Chapter 105 He has fallen into demonic possession; his god is bathed in blood, no longer seated on the high platform. ...
The fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the air. The veins on the back of Heng Qichun's hand bulged, and the Chunyang Sword, held in his hand, emitted an uncontrollable hum.
For thousands of years, he had never felt such an urge to pierce the other's heart with the Pure Yang Sword in his hand.
But he cannot kill.
He is God.
They can only sit high on their altar, showering all living beings with compassion, unable to love or kill.
he……
He has been bound in this way for over a thousand years.
Seeing Heng Qichun's hesitation, Sect Leader Chu immediately conjured two new Slaughtering Nails and secretly attacked Lou Yan who was standing nearby.
The rain subsided, and a faint glimmer of light gradually appeared on the horizon.
The knife nails on the butcher's gate reflected a chill in the light, which Heng Qichun took in.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his fingers tightened their grip, gathering countless divine blessings in an instant. The rich lotus fragrance stirred restlessness in people's hearts, and countless wails immediately rang out outside the Heavenly Sound Palace.
Heng Qichun stared intently at Sect Leader Chu, the Pure Yang Sword in his hand transforming into a blue dragon. With a roar, the dragon swallowed the two Slaughtering Nails and then tightly wrapped around Sect Leader Chu's neck.
It gets tighter and tighter.
Sect Leader Chu stared in horror, his mouth agape. The intense feeling of suffocation prevented him from speaking; he could only stare at Heng Qichun with wide, shocked eyes.
The wind howled, her white hair was scattered wildly, and the hem of her robe was lifted up, revealing her thin and sickly figure.
Amidst the lotus-filled divine swamp, however, lingered a faint, pungent stench of blood.
God has been bathed in blood; he will not sit on a high platform.
The panicked people finally realized one thing: the reason they were able to survive for nearly three hours under Heng Qichun's control was simply because of divine compassion and the fact that the god had no intention of killing them.
And now, having stripped away the sympathy of the gods with their own hands, they are probably truly going to die under the Pure Yang Sword.
Sect Leader Chu closed his eyes, his face ashen, his heart pounding in his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he managed to swallow the last mouthful of saliva.
The Pure Yang Sword tightened its grip, and soon his neck emitted a creaking sound as if his bones were about to break.
On the verge of death, a dense aura suddenly enveloped the sword energy of the Pure Yang Sword.
That taste...
Sect Leader Chu suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing the aura clearly, he felt a chill run down his spine.
It's demonic energy!
It's Lou Yan's demonic energy!!
Black mist coiled around the azure dragon's tail, caressing its scales as it moved upwards, each movement causing the dragon to tremble almost imperceptibly.
It stopped at the Azure Dragon's neck, tightened its demonic energy, and wrapped it tightly around the dragon, like a licking or biting motion.
Heng Qichun let out a soft groan, his limbs already weak from being manipulated.
Most people don't know that the stringless zither, the Pure Yang Sword, and even the towering Endless Tree in the Eighteen Realms are all connected to Heng Qichun's divine grace and share his feelings and knowledge.
The wolf cub probably realized this and was clearly asking for a beating again.
Heng Qichun's eyes reddened, and just as the demonic energy tried to pry open Qinglong's mouth and kiss him, he finally couldn't help but retract the Chunyang Sword.
He turned around, looking angrily at the boy standing behind him with his arms crossed. Before he could utter a word of reprimand, he was taken aback by what he saw.
In the first rays of dawn, the wolf cub's body had fully grown. The black robe with its tight sleeves could hardly conceal its fully grown figure. Its curly braids hung down in front of its collar, revealing its light wheat-colored skin and a pair of exceptionally sinister and ruthless eyes.
There were no visible scars, nor any trace of his former youthful spirit—he had absorbed all the demonic energy within him and had become completely possessed by the demon.
Heng Qichun opened his mouth, but after a long while, he finally heard himself utter a single word: "You..."
Lou Yan raised her hand, put her index finger to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture at him.
Heng Qichun was all too familiar with Lou Yan's little tricks, having raised him himself. He sensed Lou Yan's thoughts almost the instant he raised his hand.
A bad feeling suddenly arose, and Heng Qichun frowned, raising his hand to stop him.
In the end, we were a step too late.
Lou Yan had already condensed a wisp of demonic energy before he could stop him, tightly wrapping the black mist around the mouth and nose of Sect Leader Chu, then tightening it to completely surround him.
"Waaaaah!!"
The once bustling battleground fell silent, with only the sounds of Sect Leader Chu's struggles echoing in the air.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the scene in near horror.
Soon, the body that had been struggling violently stopped moving and slowly slid to the ground like a lump of mud.
The ghostly aura dissipated, leaving behind only a pair of wide-open, unseeing eyes.
"He! He killed Sect Leader Chu!" one of the younger disciples cried out in shock, pointing at Lou Yan.
Soon, his fellow disciples rushed forward and pressed down on his arm, saying, "Don't point at him, he has already... he has already fallen into demonic possession."
He has become possessed by a demon.
A commotion filled with horror arose, but Lou Yan seemed to ignore it, lazily retracting the demonic energy into his body and then flicking his sleeve with a hint of disdain.
“Don’t dirty Master’s hands with such trash,” he said.
Heng Qichun looked up at him, and his body, which he had been struggling to maintain, finally gave way at this moment.
The Pure Yang Sword transformed into sword energy and returned to its body, while the Stringless Zither fell from the clouds and was caught in Wei Xiuzhu's arms in a daze.
The strings emitted a faint, resonant sound.
Lou Yan could see that Heng Qichun was seriously injured, but he did not reach out to help him. Instead, he revealed a wisp of demonic energy behind everyone's back and subtly touched his master's waist.
Yu Guangli touched the dripping blood on Heng Qichun's waist, then flicked his sleeve, completely channeling that wisp of demonic energy into the two deep, bone-revealing wounds on Heng Qichun's back.
The flesh and skin shattered by the tribulation lightning healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the bone that was about to break grew back quickly in an instant, leaving no trace of the break.
But Heng Qichun had no time to be surprised by the changes in his body. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Lou Yan's wrist. "Come back with me!"
Lou Yan glanced down at her hand that was being held, then suddenly grinned and chuckled at Heng Qichun before easily pulling her wrist away.
There was a buzzing sound, as if something was making a sound.
Heng Qichun suddenly looked up, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his usually calm and composed eyes.
"Come back with me!"
Lou Yan maintained his smile, but when Heng Qichun reached out to him again, he suddenly took a step back.
He said, "Master, it's too late."
It's too late.
The distant mountains trembled, and demonic energy gathered all around, with countless filthy demonic energies surging in from all directions.
The immortal cultivators who had already gathered outside were the first to smell the scent and began to retreat hastily. "What's that smell?"
"It's a demon, a demon from all corners of the world!"
"They sensed the Demon Lord's descent and are all heading towards the Eighteen Realms!"
"The Nine Netherworld Realm may be reuniting. Everyone, survival is of the essence!"
Lou Yan gazed at the desolate, eerie figure on the distant mountain peaks with his wolf-like eyes, his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth involuntarily pressed down.
The crowd scattered in panic, revealing a small open space outside the Tianyin Palace. Lou Yan finally reached out and blatantly touched Heng Qichun's forehead.
It was his usual spell for controlling evil spirits.
A wave of overwhelming drowsiness instantly washed over Heng Qichun's mind. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and his body seemed to have all its strength drained away as he slumped down.
He never expected that the same methods he had used on Lou Yan last night would come back to haunt him so quickly.
Heng Qichun's mind gradually became hazy, and he could no longer distinguish whether it was Nan Yushan or Wei Xiuzhu who caught him when he fell to the ground. Only in the last moment before losing consciousness did he try his best to lift his eyes and look at the already blurred figure.
"Gods and demons have always walked different paths; my staying here would indeed be a scourge." He saw Lou Yan crouch down beside him, whispering in his ear, "Master, sleep well~"
Then the blurry figure stood up and walked out against the morning sun, colliding with the approaching myriad demons.
Heng Qichun's heart trembled violently.
Because that blurry, unrecognizable figure was exactly the image he had seen in the six-nosed mirror.
——
"God? God?"
A crisp sound pulled Heng Qichun back into the dusty world of reality.
He opened his eyes and saw Wei Xiuzhu standing outside the lotus pond's barrier, holding a bowl of medicinal soup. Wei Xiuzhu was calling to him hesitantly through the barrier, "Master said to bring you some medicine to help restore your spiritual energy, you..."
He looked hesitantly at the water-colored barrier in front of him, as if he was thinking about how to get past it and deliver the medicine inside.
A faint, bitter medicinal scent seemed to linger in the air, causing Heng Qichun to furrow his brow slightly in discomfort.
That was a taste he disliked intensely.
He subtly withdrew his gaze, pretending not to have heard Wei Xiuzhu's previous words, and changed the subject, asking, "Where is your senior brother?"
The question was directed at Fu Yusheng.
Upon hearing this, Wei Xiuzhu's expression changed. Her eyelashes drooped lower, and she unconsciously tugged at her collar, as if trying to cover something up.
Holding a bowl of bitter medicine at just the right temperature, he hesitated and said, "My senior brother... is imprisoned in the Heavenly Sound Palace, under the personal supervision of our master."
Heng Qichun seemed to respond, and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, asking calmly, "Have you seen him?"
Wei Xiuzhu was startled, thinking that his secret meeting with Fu Yusheng had been discovered.
He clutched the medicine bowl tightly and stood there stunned for a long while before realizing that the deity knew far more than he did.
It was only at this moment that he belatedly realized that the God had known all along that his senior brother was a snake demon.
Wei Xiuzhu sighed listlessly, his eyebrows and eyes remaining obediently lowered, and decided to stop hiding anything.
"I've seen him. He's alright, really alright." Fearing Heng Qichun wouldn't believe him, he added, "It's just that once Senior Brother's identity as a snake demon was exposed, the snake clan quickly came looking for him, and Master was in a complete mess."
The snake clan has come looking for us...
Heng Qichun put away the lotus incantation in his hand and couldn't help but look into the distance.
Without Wei Xiuzhu needing to say more, he could actually imagine it.
Now that the Demon Bone has descended into the world, the demon and monster realms have gained a powerful ally, and monsters are gathering everywhere. The Nine Netherworld Realm has once again secured its place among the six realms.
The snake clan probably took advantage of this to dare to come here so openly.
No one spoke in the hall, and a long time passed before the "whoosh" sound of the Pixiu cub waking up could be heard.
Heng Qichun leaned down and touched the scales on the back of its neck, then asked Wei Xiuzhu, "How many days has it been?"
It was remarkable that Wei Xiuzhu could understand what he was asking, and he answered sincerely, "It's been a hundred days, Your Majesty."
It's been 100 days.
Time always seems to fly by when you're on a fast-paced state.
Heng Qichun paused for a moment, then suddenly shook his robes and rose from the lotus platform, raising his hand to remove the water-colored barrier.
Wei Xiuzhu was confused. Seeing that Heng Qichun had already walked up to him, he looked up at the bowl of medicine in his hand and asked, "God?"
Heng Qichun didn't say anything, but reached out and took the medicine bowl that he was holding tightly, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
One hundred days.
It was the day he emerged from seclusion.
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