Chapter 119 "Unless, the God-Emperor desires me."...
For many years, Wuxiangyuan has been occupied by demons. It appears to be a desolate mountain valley, but in reality, it is deeply intertwined, with a massive and majestic demon palace built there.
Lou Yan had previously imprisoned Heng Qichun in a side hall. Now, to get from the side hall to the main hall, one needs to cross a long, dark path.
Night was falling, and all that remained was a chaotic darkness. The heavy, intertwined shadows of the trees obscured the light of day.
Desperate to see Heng Qichun, Lou Yan frequently formed ghost seals along the way, traversing most of the winding path in the blink of an eye, her form shifting like a demon.
"Demon Lord!"
"Greetings, Demon Lord!"
When Lou Yan occasionally encountered his demon subordinates bowing to him, he did not stop. He only caught a glimpse of the leopard and lion demons out of the corner of his eye. Each of them looked like a tiger demon—normal and menacing.
His suspicions had come true, so he simply stopped trying to confirm them and accepted the reality as quickly as possible.
"Lou Ya!"
Someone called his name.
Lou Yan finally stopped, raising his sinister eyes to look at the desolate crowd before him.
The ruthless poet of the Biluo Sect and the old monk of the Xumi Temple, whether they should be there or not, were all firmly bound by the Immortal-Binding Ropes behind them, forced to kneel on the ground.
They were the immortals who were captured alive.
After a good night's sleep, the battle was won, but Lou Yan didn't feel the same satisfaction as last time.
"Lou Yan." It was Nan Yushan's voice. "I abandoned Chun and trusted you, I was willing to turn against the world for you, don't make the same mistake again."
Before Lou Yan could respond, a young monk immediately retorted disdainfully, "Master Nan is still speaking up for Heng Qichun even now."
"Within the Nine Provinces, who doesn't know that Heng Qichun protected the Fallen Demon? The sudden death of Sect Leader Chu, the annihilation of Xuanqing Palace and Hehuan Sect, and the tragic death of the Bifang Bird—it all seems to be Lou Yan's doing, but in reality, it was all due to Heng Qichun's indulgence!"
"Heng Qichun is utterly unworthy to be a god!"
Lou Yan didn't look at them, but simply used her standing posture to gently rub the ground beneath her feet.
Every grain of dust beneath his feet was clearly perceptible, every withered demonic plant by the roadside retained its original form, and everyone around him—from the Southern Corner Mountain to the demons beneath him—was exactly as they were meant to live in this world.
Lou Yan closed his eyes, tilted his head back as he wiped away the last rays of the setting sun.
That thought surged up again.
He was not reborn; he simply entered the dream woven by Que Zhifeng and had a dream of dying and being resurrected.
Now I'm awake from the dream.
Those who died at his hands were reborn because of this dream, and a new path emerged in the five lower realms, except for the divine realm, which he could not control.
It is the rebirth of Kyushu.
Heng Qichun said that the gods cannot protect the common people.
Yet he truly protected all living beings.
He knew.
What Heng Qichun did was far more than simply turning against the world.
Lou Yan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around, raised his scarlet eyes like a demon, lowered his head, and locked onto the little monk who had slandered Heng Qichun in the desolate crowd.
He was a very young disciple, only reaching the shoulder height of others, with a pair of bright, round eyes on his innocent, childlike face.
Cute and well-behaved.
Lou Yan grinned, spread his hand upwards, and immediately formed a ghost seal in his palm.
The demonic energy surged, and a cloud of black mist rolled out from the ghost seal, instantly transforming into a terrifying demonic chain that gripped the little monk's neck and lifted him up from his kneeling position.
"ah!!!"
The little monk cried out in terror, struggling in the air with his hands and feet, which startled the surrounding people into a chorus of gasps of horror.
But no one spoke up to stop it.
They all turned their heads unnaturally, their gazes shifting up or down, but fixed on a certain spot in the air, trying to avoid looking at the little monk.
Only Nan Yushan gritted his teeth and shouted again, "You wicked disciple..."
See?
When disaster strikes, who cares about whose life?
Traitorous disciple.
Oh.
Over time, Lou Yan actually found herself quite enjoying the nickname.
He smiled, his sinister eyes curving upwards with the smile, which, combined with his pale face, sent chills down one's spine.
Some people looked over in surprise and fear. Soon, Lou Yan raised the hand with the ghost mark and gently stroked the ordination scar on the little monk's head.
The little monk was so frightened that he turned pale and began to tremble stiffly after giving up struggling.
He was dangling in mid-air, his neck entangled by Lou Yan, struggling to breathe, his face flushed red. He exhaled angrily, still glaring at Lou Yan, "You... demon wolf... just like your master, you deserve to be despised by the world. Kill me or torture me, hurry up and do it!"
Lou Yan didn't make a move. Instead, she stared at those seemingly harmless round eyes for a long time, gently raised her hand, put her index finger to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture.
The little monk immediately fell silent, staring at him with a face full of terror.
He heard Lou Yanji say slowly, "My master has protected and blessed you in vain."
"You heartless bastard."
As the last word fell, the little monk felt Lou Yan's fingers on his head gradually tighten. Before he could react, a surge of demonic energy rushed up his limbs and bones through the ordination scar on his head.
"ah……"
All that remained in everyone's sight was a shadow shrouded in demonic energy, its limbs flailing wildly. When the black mist dissipated, the little monk was lying on his back on the ground, blood gushing from his head, his eyes wide open.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
"If anyone still wants to speak ill of my master," Lou Yan said, pointing to the little monk's corpse, "this is their fate."
The once high and mighty immortals seemed to be stunned by this scene. They were forcibly pressed to the spot by the demons, but no one dared to utter a sound.
The demon standing at the very front asked Lou Yan, "Demon Lord, what should we do with these people?"
Lou Yan glanced at him and recognized him as the demon that had been left in the coffin of the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum that day.
He didn't mention the past, only answering, "Lock him in the dungeon."
Seeing that some people in the crowd had temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, Lou Yan suddenly had a playful thought. He tilted his head and stared at the crowd with interest, saying, "I am unwilling to commit too many killings, but I am indeed narrow-minded."
"So... I intend to leave one of you alive." Lou Yan raised his hand and pointed in the air. "You are all experts in the cultivation world. As for who will survive to the end, that depends on your own abilities."
As soon as she finished speaking, the succubus waved her hand, and the demons immediately pulled up the Binding Immortal Rope, dragging everyone towards the dungeon.
The crowd reacted for a moment, then erupted in shouts as they dragged him along, "Madman! Lou Yan, you're a madman!!"
Wails and curses mingled behind him, but Lou Yan paid no heed. His demonic energy emanated from him, and his figure shifted several times in an instant, quickly leaving the noisy crowd behind.
He thought he was a complete madman.
He finally felt, almost literally, what it felt like to be a demon—exhilarating, decisive, and in control of the battle.
The main hall is now in sight.
Lou Yan stopped in his tracks and instantly withdrew all his demonic energy.
He lowered his head and stood outside the tightly closed door for a long time before belatedly realizing that this was his own demon palace.
With a "slap," Lou Yan raised his hand and slapped himself.
What am I so cowardly about...?
Wolves can be ruthless even to themselves when they go berserk. Lou Yan didn't hold back this time, and a small patch of red quickly appeared on his right cheek, contrasting with the scarlet residue at the corner of his eye, making him look both obsessive and sinister, yet exceptionally pitiful.
He raised his hand and pushed towards the palace door in front of him, his fingertips unexpectedly touching the cold stone lock, and he suddenly withdrew.
"hiss--"
He shouldn't have backed down, but... but the person inside was Heng Qichun.
She was someone who was willing to sacrifice her own divine bones for him.
It was his master.
It is the person who personally said "I love him".
Lou Yan understood that this was the true reunion with Heng Qichun after two hundred years of longing.
but……
Lou Yan lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes obscuring Zhu Yanxia's beauty mark, making it barely visible.
But... does he really deserve to see Heng Qichun again?
Lou Yan looked at the tightly closed palace gates and, for the first time, felt an urge to escape.
Just as Lou Yan was about to form a hand seal to conceal his figure, a voice that had been tugging at his heartstrings suddenly came from inside the palace.
Who's outside?
It was Heng who abandoned spring.
It must have been because the sound of him slapping himself was too loud that Heng Qichun heard it.
Lou Yan dared not move again, staring at a flushed face standing in front of the door, just like countless times before when she had made a mistake and waited tremblingly for her master's summons, she choked out, "It's me, Master."
There seemed to be a moment of silence inside, after which Heng Qichun's voice came through the tiny crack, "Come in."
Lou Yan pursed her lips, then slumped her head and went inside.
This is the scene that Heng Qichun saw.
The wicked disciple who had bound himself to the bed and done whatever he wanted the night before suddenly became mute, all his demonic energy vanished, his face turned pale, and his drooping eyebrows concealed all his cowardice.
The red robe was still on, and the collar was slightly open, making him look like a tall and strong quail.
And behind it, a fluffy wolf tail hung down.
Heng Qichun was startled as he sat on the stool. Before he could speak, he saw the wolf cub walk to his legs and kneel down with a thud.
Heng Qichun frowned: "What are you doing?"
Lou Yan didn't speak. The person he had thought about for two hundred years was right in front of him, yet he didn't dare to look up at him.
All that could be seen was the hem of Heng Qichun's robe, which hung down to the ground, slender and clean, without a speck of dust on it.
right.
This is the true Heng Qichun.
Lou Yan gave a bitter laugh to himself, the cold stone bricks beneath his knees constantly reminding him of where he was.
It is the Abyss of No Form, the Netherworld Realm, the "previous life" that has embarked on the right path.
Lou Yan seemed to hear the screams of righteous people again. He knew he couldn't delay any longer.
After a long while, he raised his hand and formed a mudra for observing things.
As demonic energy surged forth, a different scene gradually emerged from within a cloud of black mist.
It was still a dungeon.
The wreckage that had previously filled the pool had all turned into blood invisibly, leaving only a pool of blood-red water. Faint sounds of fighting could be heard from the dark water prison.
Heng Qichun frowned and looked through the thick black fog.
He saw that all the immortals he knew were imprisoned in this dungeon. They were not controlled by demons, but they had already begun to kill each other.
Whether they were from the same sect or clan, everyone fought to the death. The weakest disciple had already died from exhaustion, and his body, lying on the ground, was kicked into the pool by his master or senior brother, gradually being swallowed by the pool of blood.
Amidst the chaos, there were also the terrified cries of cultivators: "Junior brother... don't blame me, Lou Yan said that only one person can survive today. Even if I don't kill you, someone else will..."
What a spectacle of infighting!
Heng Qichun paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the other end, next to a stone pillar in the dungeon.
Nan Yushan was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.
He did not participate in the melee, but when Heng Qichun looked through the Guanwu Seal, he suddenly opened his eyes and met Heng Qichun's gaze with a knowing look.
Heng Qichun was startled.
That look was all too familiar.
Just like last time, when Senior Brother led the disciples of the Eighteen Realms to defend the temple to the death, his eyes still refused to submit even when he was on the verge of death at Lou Yan's hands.
Heng Qichun seemed to understand Lou Yan's unspoken thoughts—
Master, look! Even though you have the foresight to create a dream that can reverse fate, Que Zhifeng has managed to fabricate one.
In reality, they will still die at my hands.
Those you protect and cherish will ultimately not have a good ending.
But Heng Qichun was not as anxious as last time. Instead, he leaned down and looked at the wolf cub kneeling beside him, asking him in a clear and gentle voice, "Lou Yan, why are you showing me these things? Are you trying to threaten me again?"
Lou Yan looked up, her eyes filled with tears, the corners of her eyes already smudged with tears.
He chuckled.
A red rope emerged from his sleeve and tightly bound his two wrists. Lou Yan then raised his hand and showed Heng Qichun his bound wrists.
He bound himself with a red rope and personally delivered himself to Heng Qichun, kneeling before him in the most noble demonic form of the Nine Netherworld.
"If you want me to spare all living beings, I can."
"Unless, the God desires me."
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