Her delicate eyes suddenly widened, and Mo Qianqiu's lips parted slightly. After a long moment, he sneered, "You speak as if anyone is vying to be your parent."
"Have you been to Dragon Island?" Jin Li suddenly asked.
Mo Qianqiu snorted lightly, not bothering to pay attention, but his body was tense, ready to face the opponent's attack at any time.
To his surprise, Jin Li seemed to genuinely want to ask a question. Seeing that Mo Qianqiu didn't answer, he said softly, "Dragon Island is a forbidden area in the First Sea. I've lived there since I came of age, and I think it's been seven thousand years. Dragon Island is warm all year round, with spring-like weather all year round. There are dense forests, but there is a crescent-shaped lake in the center of the island. The lake condenses with magnificent spiritual energy. Cultivating in it for a single day can surpass a hundred days. It is the most advanced cultivation site in Xuantian Continent."
"You're bragging." Mo Qianqiu couldn't help but sneer, "The Demon Mountain where my Demon Dao Palace is located gathers countless demonic energies, which can help demon cultivators cultivate. It's a thousand times better than your lake."
After a while, Jin Li asked again in a calm voice, "Have you been to Dragon Island?"
Mo Qianqiu ignored him.
Jin Li asked again, and Mo Qianqiu finally said impatiently: "Why should I go to your tiny place?"
This time, Jin Li was silent for a while, then sighed: "You've been there."
The words were spoken too softly and Mo Qianqiu didn't hear it clearly, but he didn't want to ask, so Jin Li didn't repeat it.
Jin Li wasn't the talkative type. Mo Qianqiu had already noticed that when he'd attacked, he'd somehow hit Jin Li, but it had actually made the fool normal again. This was a blessing in disguise. At least without someone constantly nagging him, he could die peacefully.
Mo Qianqiu sat against the wall, eyelids drooping, waiting for death.
Jin Li sat about ten feet away from him, not saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Very occasionally, Mo Qianqiu would let out a soft groan, the pain in his meridians and dantian, which were being overwhelmed by the spiritual power, indescribable. Later, Jin Li would say something, but his words were meaningless and he didn't expect Mo Qianqiu to respond.
Four months later, Mo Qianqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, his life force almost fading into nothingness. Jin Li just watched calmly from the side, watching Mo Qianqiu's severely injured body unable to withstand such a powerful realm, and gradually decline.
But this time, Mo Qianqiu survived the crisis safely after being in a coma for a month.
He was hanging on by a thread, but his eyes were still half-closed and he was breathing softly.
Mo Qianqiu never thought that there would be a day when he would have to survive like this.
Even when he was a child, being hunted by his enemies at their most dangerous moments, he hadn't been left with such a desperate struggle. He no longer had the dignity of a powerful man. If it weren't for the enemies right beside him, and he didn't want to commit suicide in humiliation and defeat in front of them, he would have decided to end this meaningless life long ago.
He could die in front of Jin Li, but he could never commit suicide in submission.
His mind grew increasingly groggy day by day. The extremely quiet environment and completely dark space brought Mo Qianqiu a sudden sense of peace. He recalled all the regrets in his life: his failure to break through the limitations of the Mahayana stage, his failure to train the next Palace Master for the Demon Dao Palace, and his failure to see his best friend for the last time...
I failed to fulfill a wish I had made long ago.
Mo Qianqiu had kept that matter in mind for a long time. Only now did he suddenly remember that there was still this matter that had not been completed.
He was born into an extremely insignificant, third-rate sect in Wanzhou. His family was wiped out at birth. Jin Li said he had no parents, but so did he. He only had a low-grade root bone, but for his deceased parents, this was already an extremely high talent, waiting for him to avenge their family.
So, before he even had a name, he was carried away from Wanzhou by several uncles and began his life on the run.
When he was seven years old, the last elder of Qianqiu Sect was killed by his enemies, and he had to flee alone.
Unless you are pushed to the extreme, you will never know how great human potential is.
It would take a Mahayana master several days to cross ten states because there were countless dangers. However, an unarmed child, while secretly practicing the devilish cultivation technique that destroyed his entire family, crossed two wastelands and ten states in just fifty years!
At that time, he suffered endless torture and nearly died several times, but he managed to hold on bit by bit. Two hundred years later, he entered the Fusion Stage, his strength far surpassing that of cultivators at the same level. He turned around and slaughtered the cultivators who were hunting him, wiping out their entire clan.
It seemed like I had a wish at that time. What was that wish?
What is it...
Mo Qianqiu felt his eyelids growing heavier. His already dried-up dantian and badly injured body could no longer bring him any more pain, because the pain had already penetrated deep into his bones, making him numb.
Mo Qianqiu wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that he was gradually losing the strength to breathe. He truly felt the end of his life. At this moment, he suddenly realized that this time he was really going to die.
There is no chance at all. I am really going to fall and die in this unknown place.
No one knew what was going on in his mind, but Mo Qianqiu, who had been silent for half a year, suddenly used up all his strength and softly uttered three words. But when these three words fell, the entire dark space suddenly became quiet.
Mo Qianqiu closed his eyes heavily, exhausting his last bit of strength. However, he didn't know that just after he said those three words, the blue-clothed demon lord not far from him was slightly shocked. After he completely stopped breathing, the man lowered his eyes and concealed his emotions.
After just a short time, Jin Li reached out to his chest without any warning, cut out his heart alive, and then pulled the body that had already stopped breathing.
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