Luo Jianqing waited patiently. Venerable Jiulian looked at the ring seriously. After a while, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "You are only at the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. It is too early now. You cannot defeat me. You need to wait another thousand years."
Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes calmly: "Could it be that by reaching the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, one will definitely be able to comprehend the final two conquests?"
Jiulian shuddered all over.
Luo Jianqing's expression remained calm. He slowly spoke, revealing the facts he had conjectured: "Thirty thousand years ago, many powerful beings were nearing their end. You could no longer wait, and you could not comprehend the final two attempts, so you rashly took the opportunity to seize the heavens. Back then, you reached my point, facing the same choice I face now—to retreat, or to press forward."
"You chose to continue forward. Since then, sixty-four demon lords have perished on the withered mountain, and eighty-one lords have been shattered."
"Before Mo Qing's soul was about to be torn apart, you gave up with all your might and finally saved him from the brink of death."
"Then, you begin refining the Nine Lotus Green Ink Pill."
Thirty thousand years ago, on this dark, narrow road, a white figure sped forward, unstoppable. With incredible speed, he drew five talismans, breaking through the Heavenly Dao's restrictions on all things, and then seized the sun and moon, and then the cycle of reincarnation!
Jiulian is Jiulian after all. He walked here easily in just a moment.
Then, during the eighth siege, he spent a hundred years, unable to advance a single step, ultimately leading to the demise of sixty-four Demon Lords and the demise of eighty-one. To save Demon Lord Zisong, Demon Lord Cangruo, despite surpassing Mo Qing in strength, still perished before him. Mo Qing, true to his promise, remained in a cave a hundred miles from Kushan, awaiting the moment Demon Lord Cangruo would slice him into pieces, avenging his endless hatred for Jiulian.
When the last thunderbolt was about to strike Mo Qing, Jiulian could no longer bear it. He split his soul and escaped from the dark path to save Mo Qing, but in the end, it was unavoidable. Mo Qing was already at the end of his life.
So, he began to refine the ninth-grade divine elixir.
Formulate elixirs and search for magical treasures.
A Nine Lotus Green Ink Pill was given just to save Mo Qing's soul, but Mo Qing never got it.
Before his death, Mo Qing kept his promise and returned to the cave a hundred miles away from Kushan Mountain and closed his eyes forever.
"If you really want to take revenge on Jiulian, I'll be waiting for you a hundred miles from here. Even if you can cut me into pieces, or even eat away at my bones and heart, I, Mo Qing... will take the punishment on Jiulian's behalf!"
A promise, kept for thirty thousand years. Mo Qing was buried in the far north, sinking with the hundreds of venerables who had died tragically.
This is the truth behind the tragic deaths of one hundred and forty-five venerables in the Far North.
Luo Jianqing spoke calmly, as if recounting something completely unrelated to him, yet every word was icy and pierced his heart. Over the decades, he gradually deciphered the laws of heaven and connected many things together.
Mo Qing’s words, the illusion of Demon Lord Cang Ruo, and Qing Jun’s broken memories.
All of this tells a ruthless and cruel truth, a truth that has been buried for 30,000 years.
The pill once said that when it was born, it did not receive any attention from anyone. It did not even want to escape, but just hovered beside the pill furnace, staring at the person who was crying and almost fainting.
Mo Qing died, and Jiulian cried bitterly.
The arrogant and conceited Jiulian Venerable, the peerless Jiulian Venerable, nearly collapsed at that moment. Because of his mistake, the blood of the Far North was dyed red; because of his mistake, he lost the most important friend in his life.
At that moment, there was no more powerful being in the God Transformation Stage in the world. There was only one Nine Lotuses and a land in the far north watered by blood.
Atop a series of vast, rolling peaks, a venerable figure in white stood in the wind, his long hair dancing. With a tap of his toes, he soared between two peaks. Using his spiritual energy as strings, he plucked the Jade Sky Harp, playing a gentle, tranquil, and mournful melody.
This song has been played for a full one hundred and forty-five years.
In the first year, he was the Demon Lord Cang Ruo.
The next year, he became the Demon Lord Zisong.
In the third year, he became the Demon Lord Mingjia.
The fourth year, the fifth year, the sixth year...
In the last 145 years, it was only for Mo Qing.
The sound of the piano is melodious, sad and painful. Every note seems to be made with tears of blood, condensing the tears into the sound of the piano.
After playing this piece, the White-robed Venerable clenched his hands, and the Yuxiaoqin suddenly shattered. He carried a long sword and rushed into the sky, conquering the sky alone!
Luo Jianqing, in his calmest voice, revealed the cruelest reality. He spoke word by word, without a hint of sarcasm, yet each sentence exposed a stark reality of thirty thousand years ago, each word bleeding. However, when he said, "You successfully seized the Heaven," Jiulian suddenly chuckled, causing Luo Jianqing to look up at him.
"I am the Way of Heaven, but the Way of Heaven is not me." Holding the small storage ring, Jiulian smiled calmly, her eyes clear and she spoke frankly, "The eighth snatch, I could never comprehend. But I covet life and fear death. I didn't want to be like Mo Qing and Cang Ruo, forever dissipating in this world. So I succeeded in snatching the Heaven, but only took... half of it."
Luo Jianqing's body trembled.
"I am despicable and shameless, I am heartless and ungrateful, and I live a miserable life."
"I knew I could only have one chance, but I refused to give up early, so I ended up causing Cang Ruo's death, Zi Song's death, hundreds of venerables' death, and even Mo Qing's... death. When I started my second chance, I already knew I would never succeed, but I still took over the heavens. At the moment of death, faced with two choices, I was afraid."
"Luo Jianqing, if I give you a chance, would you rather choose to be torn to pieces or become this day?"
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