Chapter 124 I observed the divine form, but his spine was shattered.
Just like two hundred years ago.
Lou Yan led the Nine Netherworld Realm to slaughter the immortal sects. After the destruction of the cultivation world, the human world could not be spared either.
Two hundred years after the blizzard, the entire Kyushu was plunged into a void, devoid of any living thing.
Heng Qichun had witnessed this scene firsthand, and therefore he understood better than anyone else what today's act of pacifying the Demon Realm truly meant.
Overestimating themselves, a bunch of idiots.
The deity rarely expended so much words, and upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
After a moment, someone else pondered the meaning behind his words and spoke up.
"The gods have fallen, but aren't you still here?" Elder Li said. "Heng Qichun, you are still a god. If you are willing to sacrifice yourself for the common people today, the immortal realm and the human realm will still have a day of preservation."
One was shocked.
Beneath the raging rain, Heng Qichun raised her eyes and glanced at him, her pupils filled with coldness. "You want me to die for you?"
As if he had found Heng Qichun's weakness, Elder Li felt that he had gained the upper hand for a moment, and immediately pushed through the crowd and stood up.
On the altar of the demon, the torrential rain divided into two factions.
On one side stood disciples from Nanyu Mountain and a few scattered disciples from the Eighteen Realms; on the other side stood the immortal cultivators who were determined to "uphold justice" today.
Heng Qichun stood in the middle, listening to Elder Li's impassioned speech.
"Look at him! He said so many high-sounding things..."
"He keeps saying he's doing this for the sake of humanity and all living beings, advising us not to act impulsively, but he never considered that if he were to die here today, the crisis facing the Nine Provinces would be resolved immediately!"
Immediately, someone echoed him: "In my opinion, he still refuses to abandon that wicked disciple. Haven't you heard that Lou Yan imprisoned him in the Abyss of No Form, actually treating him as his 'private possession'!"
"Your Majesty, how does it feel to be raped by a wild wolf?"
Wei Xiuzhu couldn't stand it any longer. The young man was hot-tempered, and his face immediately turned red. "Monk Yuanji, don't push your luck!"
The old monk wanted to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had been silenced.
On the other side, Fu Yusheng withdrew his hand that had been forming a hand seal.
Without saying a word, he helped Wei Xiuzhu to his feet and then took back the Gu worms that the child had released earlier.
He also spared the lives of the two junior disciples.
Amidst the monk Yuanji's hoarse struggle, he looked over with a sinister gaze, his eyes gleaming with a snake-green light. "With the Eighteen Realms here, aren't you afraid that by slandering the Divine Lord like this, you'll be beheaded before the war against demons even begins?"
The old monk's eyes flickered.
But there were just too many people here today. Apart from Hezizhou, almost all the leaders of other sects had gathered here.
They would give way to demons, but before gods, they would stand firm under the banner of "justice" and refuse to back down.
When one person retreats, others step forward.
"So what if it's the Eighteen Realms?"
"A supreme deity raises demonic wolves and lets his disciples fall into demonic ways; a dignified sect leader takes a snake as his disciple and allows evil spirits to run rampant to this extent... In Nanyu Mountain, which side is more absurd?"
Nanyushan did not reply.
Which side is more absurd?
A light rain was falling, and a large crowd was gathered in front of me.
Immortals, demons, and monsters gathered together in this valley, shrouded in dark clouds and mist, their forms indistinguishable.
Nanyu Mountain suddenly fell silent.
He recalled what Heng Qichun had once said—"Evil spirits are also among the common people."
What truly contradicts this worldly view is Heng Qichun's concept of equality for all beings.
That's too high.
They ascended to godhood, born of the divine race, upholding the moral principles and truths of the six realms with unwavering resolve, observing the deaths of people, and taking their own lives with their swords.
—Then, after the divine bones were removed, the god finally fell in love with the mortals.
A hint of reluctance flashed in Nan Yushan's eyes.
He knew.
The gods are dead.
Heng Qichun could no longer sacrifice himself for the common people.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Heng Qichun raised his hand and formed a hand seal, condensing a pale spiritual energy between them.
It's not the Lotus Technique; it's the most common immortal technique practiced by disciples of the Eighteen Realms.
"Qichun, what are you going to do?"
Heng Qichun did not answer. He gently closed his eyes on the high platform, and a huge crack was immediately torn open in the air by the spiritual power in his hand.
With a loud "boom," a blinding white light suddenly appeared, like a bolt of lightning splitting through the thick fog.
The storm subsided for a while.
Someone pointed at the white light in the sky and cried out in terror, "That is..."
"It's the Pure Yang Sword!"
Heng Qichun's divine weapon.
An ancient artifact that can transform into a blue dragon, enabling gods to slay demons.
Just like the day the tribulation of lightning descended upon the world, the moment this sword was drawn, it immediately caused a great uproar among the crowd.
"Abandon spring!"
"God!"
The voices of obstruction were incessant.
For the first time in his life, Nan Yushan felt such fear. For a moment, he forgot how to draw talismans, how to set up barriers, and how to perform the magic incantation that could freeze a person's body.
Just run there on instinct—
Before they even got close, they heard the sound of a long sword piercing flesh.
"Pfft—"
...
...
...
The longsword fell to the ground, colliding with the bricks on the altar with a crisp clang.
It didn't seem like an ancient artifact encountering a stone platform in the demon realm; rather, it was like a clear, resonant sound produced when a long, flowing stream from the divine realm surged into the human world.
Then blood dripped down the blade.
Blood spread along with the raindrops, flowing to the foot of Nanyu Mountain.
He looked down, his face filled with terror, and followed the bloodstain upwards, seeing a blood-stained corner of his robe.
Look up further.
A muffled drumbeat seemed to resonate in my chest. As my gaze shifted, I gradually felt a heart that had been numb begin to beat again, like a cloud disappearing before the sound of rain.
It slowly fell to the ground.
He actually felt at peace.
Because the person standing in front of him was not Heng Qichun, but Lou Yan.
A wicked disciple who ultimately becomes a scourge is not worth mentioning.
fine.
fine.
A sudden downpour retreated, swirling and turning in the clouds. The wind subsided, and a sliver of sunlight pierced through the treetops, landing on Lou Yan's hair.
With the sky clear and the earth bright, after this sword strike, Wuxiangyuan revealed a hint of "peace in the six realms".
Sunlight streamed up, tearing at Lou Yan's face along his braids, exposing his entire figure to everyone's view.
She was still wearing that eye-catching red robe, the collar slightly open, with nothing adorning her neck except for an inch of light tan skin at her collarbone.
Above that, the young man narrowed his sinister eyes, gave a forced laugh, then frowned, bent over, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The person behind him immediately gasped in surprise.
"He...he...he...he!!"
His back was covered in blood. The Pure Yang Sword had cleaved down from the back of his neck, shattering the demonic spine along the way. His clothes were torn to shreds, and bone fragments protruded from his flesh, a sight that was horrifying to behold.
"Well……"
Lou Yan let out a muffled groan as he looked up. His shattered spine could no longer support his body, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel lightly on the ground.
His fingertips were stained with blood, and he used both hands to support himself on the ground, barely managing to lift his head by mobilizing all the spiritual power in his body.
Then you meet the gaze of the person in front of you.
Master.
Heng Qichun's pupils were very light in color, as if they had been washed clean by rain.
For a very long time, he couldn't see any images.
After a long while, the meandering blood finally flowed in, staining a pair of clear eyes red.
He saw the various forms of life after the first rays of the setting sun.
There are feelings of fear, triumph, joy, and surprise.
Some of the immortals were stunned by what they saw.
Demons, having heard the news, came to find themselves trapped beneath the high platform.
He had his senior and junior fellow disciples.
There was also his little disciple who, after being struck by Chunyang's sword and falling into a pool of blood, still foolishly called out to him.
Little wolf.
Heng Qichun felt as if his heart was being torn apart in an instant.
He stirred, his body reacting before he could. Too eager to help his wolf cub, he stumbled and fell first.
Little wolf...
No one stepped forward.
On the altar where the rain was about to clear, Heng Qichun stumbled with every step, his light misty robe dragging on the ground, just like him, turning into a muddy mess.
"Little wolf..."
After a long while, Heng Qichun touched Lou Yan's fingertips.
Unlike the burning hot fingers of a young person, the temperature of the hand holding it was icy cold, mixed with sand and bloodstains, like ice and snow frozen solid for two hundred years, ready to melt away if you're not careful.
Heng Qichun trembled, and inch by inch, he clenched Lou Yan's fingers into his palm.
As he had done for many years, he stroked Lou Yan's nape and pulled the dying little wolf into his arms.
"Why?"
Lou Yan was in pain all over her body, and she had almost lost all feeling below her neck.
But the familiarity of his embrace made him want to squint his eyes and bury his head in his chest.
But his spine was broken.
Therefore, he only moved slightly, leaning against Heng Qichun with all his might, and gave a weak smile.
He said, "Master cannot sacrifice himself for the sake of the people, but... I can."
Heng Qichun's eyes flashed with pain.
He recalled what Lou Yan had said not long ago when she knelt before him, bound by a red rope: "If you want me to spare all living beings, I will." "Unless, the God wants me to."
The deity wanted him.
He spared the lives of all people.
He even wanted to save all living beings in the world.
After two hundred years of being drenched in snow and ice, experiencing butterfly dreams and rebirth, he glimpsed his past life in the Netherworld and suddenly realized the truth.
He only remembered four words from the conversation between Heng Qichun and Que Zhifeng on the banks of the Ghost Cry River.
—It's called being reduced to ashes.
Heng Qichun's eyes were red, and he could barely resist looking at the person in his arms. He supported Lou Yan's neck and held him in his arms, saying, "Get up."
Lou Yan propped himself up on Heng Qichun's arm, sat cross-legged on the ground, then smiled and grinned at the world.
That's a move that's tantamount to sitting and waiting for death.
"Senior Brother Lou!" Seeing that the little boy Wei Xiuzhu had realized something, he staggered over.
Lou Yan looked in the direction of the sound, and suddenly raised his hand, setting up a thick barrier in front of Wei Xiuzhu and Fu Yusheng.
The heart-wrenching cries seemed to subside, and no one approached anymore. He was finally able to look up and nuzzle Heng Qichun's chin with his forehead.
Even though Heng Qichun had exhausted all his divine power, he could still seem to smell the pleasant lotus fragrance on his master.
This made him feel at ease.
The wolf cub, having rubbed against him enough, whimpered and reluctantly pulled its head back, peering out and smiling at Heng Qichun, uttering a few breathy sounds: "Please, Master..."
"Grant your permission."
Heng Qichun closed his eyes with heartache.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed and pulled apart, and my entire lungs screamed with pain.
Scalding water slid down my cheeks, blurring my vision and making it difficult to discern clarity.
For a fleeting moment, he even considered drawing his sword and killing these righteous people who had driven Lou Yan to such a desperate situation.
But he knew.
His little wolf was inherently kind and did not wish to become a demon, but rather to save all living beings.
The knee that had been pressing on the ground finally gave way, twisting the sand and gravel, and then slowly took a step back, exposing his little wolf on the high platform.
Among all living beings.
The stunned crowd was puzzled as to why this high and mighty Demon Lord had suddenly appeared to block the Pure Yang Sword, but they quickly grasped the situation before them.
"The Pure Yang Sword is a divine weapon that can sever demonic bones. Lou Yan's bones were broken by this sword, and now his demonic energy is weak. He won't last long before he is reduced to ashes."
"Let's seize this opportunity to kill him, and then the land of Kyushu will be at peace!"
"Kill Lou Yan!"
"Kill Lou Yan!"
Just like the divine grace that enabled Heng Qichun to live in the world as a "god" for hundreds of years.
Although the demonic bone was broken, Lou Yan still possessed demonic energy.
To dispel the demonic energy and truly annihilate it, one can use magical artifacts, unleash spiritual power, or form a sword array.
They could use any means necessary to take his life.
So one after another, righteous men rushed up to the platform, killing him with each strike, striking his vital points.
Countless magical artifacts burst forth with spiritual light, using the combined power of heaven and man to slay a dying demon.
Blood seeped inch by inch across the high platform, like a torrential waterfall about to crash down, drowning out Lou Yan's muffled groans of unbearable pain.
This scene is even more dramatic than it was two hundred years ago.
What about Heng Qichun?
He watched as his young apprentice was brutally murdered.
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