Chapter 100 The Collapse of Heaven and Earth
Tantai Yue paused for a moment. He had seen many righteous geniuses who had gone astray, as well as many demonic cultivators who had been captured and were ready to fight to the death. They were different in identity, age, cultivation level, and status. The only thing they had in common was that they all had a pair of murky eyes that were so clouded that their true nature could not be seen. It was as if their eyes were a pair of muddy pools, shrouded in mist, where truth and falsehood were indistinct.
But Ya Feiyu's eyes did not see it that way.
Those silver eyes, clear as a frozen lake, remained so bright and clear from beginning to end. They were the most inviolable part of the snowfield. His pupils were focused, and he was very clear-headed, as if he had no grievances and did not think that falling into the demonic path was something unforgivable. He just wanted to do it, so he did it.
Ya Feiyu lowered her eyelashes, avoiding his stunned gaze, and said, "People don't necessarily have a choice."
It was as if being implanted with the Blood Jade Demon Pearl was not his original intention, and the effects of the demonic energy entering his body were far more than just the inability to cultivate immortality.
He said, "What do you think, Master?"
Tantai Yue seemed to glimpse a sense of desolation and melancholy in those silver eyes. He paused slightly, then shook his head, clearing his mind of all the jumbled thoughts to prevent his resolve from wavering. Regardless, Ya Feiyu's descent into demonic ways was intolerable to Heaven and Earth. His confrontation with Ya Feiyu was not wrong; he was merely acting on behalf of Heaven, fulfilling his long-held duty of punishing evil and upholding justice.
After thinking it through, his face suddenly turned cold. He was disgusted by the slight pity and sympathy he had felt earlier. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his words slightly cold: "You can talk a good game, but it is an indisputable fact that you have fallen into the demonic path. What else do you want to argue for yourself?"
Ya Feiyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at him again and said, "Of course not."
"Then, draw your sword."
Tantai Yue's expression turned solemn: "Right here, I will surely cut you down with my sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to surge. Ya Feiyu glanced up and saw the souls in the cages also becoming restless and dissipating. He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Tantai Yue. In terms of seniority, Tantai Yue was actually Ya Feiyu's junior. He felt the fluctuation of the surrounding spiritual energy and sensed the man's power. He smiled, as if with some satisfaction.
"In this world, it is already the greatest fortune to still have a cultivator of your caliber."
He saw the sword in Tantai Yue's hand; its blade was as clear as ice crystal, and its sword intent was overwhelming—it was a fine sword. He smiled from the bottom of his heart, his piercing eyes ignited and melted with fighting spirit, and he summoned the sword with a backhand, his demonic energy surging as well: "I will not show any mercy."
The strong always respect each other, especially since these two are already rare and powerful beings in the world. Countless golden lights were emanating from around the Demon Suppression Tower, responding to their will.
Golden light condensed in Tantai Yue's palm, and he lunged at Ya Feiyu in an instant. The latter reacted swiftly, dodging with the agility and grace of a wild goose. Demonic energy and spiritual power intertwined and pulled each other, as if even the air itself was vying for supremacy with them. They rose into the air simultaneously, their back-and-forth exchange a burst of spiritual power that had been brewing for over a hundred years. Few could fight him so evenly, Ya Feiyu thought, and a rare glint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, the demonic energy that had initially submitted to him seemed to begin to stir.
Tantai Yue seemed to sense something was amiss. The sword light he had gathered in his hand suddenly vanished, turning into specks of fluorescent light. He stared into Ya Feiyu's eyes, and it seemed something was different—
Why are those eyes, which should be clear and pure, shrouded in a thin layer of haze?
He was always perceptive of small details, especially since his attention had been almost entirely focused on Ya Feiyu's eyes. He summoned a guqin with his backhand, his fingertips plucking the strings, producing a deep, resonant tone that seemed to dispel some of the restless demonic energy surrounding Ya Feiyu. Only then did he come to his senses, wondering what had just happened to him.
The instant the demonic energy enveloped him, his consciousness seemed to dissipate, as if something had forcibly disrupted his thoughts. He could no longer think, and even his body became uncontrollable. He closed his eyes, trying to calm the dizziness that had just shaken him.
Just then, a figure that had been watching from the shadows suddenly swept past them. Had Ya Feiyu not dodged it by chance, who knows what would have happened to her if she had been hit. The two of them tacitly put aside their confrontation and looked at the newcomer at the same time. They saw a figure appear in the shadows, surrounded by demonic energy, exuding an ominous aura.
"Pavilion Master of Qing Shen Pavilion, Immortal Venerable Tian Xue," the voice was so hoarse that it was hard to tell the gender. The hem of his clothes was torn and swayed in the air. Under the hood, his pale and gloomy face coldly raised the corner of his lips and said in a cold smile, "How have you been?"
The intense aura of danger emanating from this person told them that he was no good.
Tantai Yue stepped forward and stood in front of Ya Feiyu. The latter frowned. Although he was trying to stay alert, he was still confused. He carefully supported his head. The intense dizziness made him feel uncomfortable. He frowned and his steps were slightly unsteady.
For Tantai Yue, the threat posed by the demonic cultivator in front of him was obviously greater than that posed by Ya Feiyu. At least he still had enough knowledge about Ya Feiyu, but he knew nothing about this unidentified man in black except for his identity.
After weighing the options, it is obvious who should be targeted first.
"Who are you, and why are you in my Demon-Suppressing Tower?"
“A rather uninteresting question.” The man in black spoke with a hint of regret. He hovered in mid-air, his feet resting on thick black gas, giving him a rather condescending air. “I’m only here to make a deal with you, Master.”
Targeting him, and breaking into the Demon-Suppressing Tower without anyone noticing? Tantai Yue's expression suddenly turned serious. He quickly realized that the person before him was definitely not to be underestimated; perhaps… even stronger than him and Ya Feiyu. Thinking this, he became even more vigilant and asked, "A deal? What deal?"
The man in black chuckled: "It's not an unreasonable deal. After all, I value the spirit of contracts the most—I won't beat around the bush with you. I want the Qing Shen Music Score."
The Qing Shen Music Score is the foundation upon which the Qing Shen Pavilion was built. It is because of this score that the Qing Shen Pavilion has been able to establish itself in this chaotic world. It is a secret treasure that the Qing Shen Pavilion has never given up for hundreds of years, and its exact location is known only to him, the sect leader. Now, how could he possibly give it to just any outsider who wants it?
He frowned and said coldly, "Don't even think about it!"
"Don't do that, I have something to offer in return." Seemingly unsurprised by his reply, the man in black merely chuckled and approached Tantai Yue. The latter warily took several steps back, but the man in black persisted, closing in until Tantai Yue felt he could almost see the other's eyes through the hood. They were undoubtedly a pair of murky, abyss-like, dark eyes.
The man in black curled his lips into a wicked smile, with a hint of coaxing: "I can help you embark on the path to immortality, and I can also make Qing Shen Pavilion the largest sect in the cultivation world. My request is very simple, just a musical score."
"No one can decipher the Qing Shen Music Score now," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of madness. "Even if it remains in the Qing Shen Pavilion, it will be of little use. On the contrary, if you hand it over to me, I can make you the most renowned person in the cultivation world. Even the former Heavenly Emperor would have to give you some respect. This is a deal with no downsides!"
Just as he was about to continue speaking, a sword light filled with killing intent swept past his side. The man in black seemed to understand and turned his head expressionlessly to look at Ya Feiyu. He saw that Ya Feiyu's eyes were wide open and filled with a chilling aura.
The man in black sneered, his expression filled with contempt and mockery. He grinned and said, "I am no different from this Celestial Venerable Tianxue. We share the same goal, but I can give you more, while Ya Feiyu can give you nothing."
“You are a smart man, Lord, you should know how to choose.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon-Suppressing Tower suddenly trembled, jolting Tantai Yue back to his senses. He looked up in astonishment and saw that the items on the shelves above had all fallen down, many of them heavy objects. His pupils contracted, and without thinking too much, he hurriedly pulled Ya Feiyu to a relatively safe place to the side.
Among the falling objects was one that emitted a faint golden light.
Tantai Yue was startled, his heart seemingly stopping for a moment. The black-clad man's lips curled into a wider grin. Before Tantai Yue could make a move, he preemptively used his demonic energy to grab the falling object—a somewhat worn ancient book that seemed to possess a spirit, emitting a faint golden light. The moment the black-clad man held it in his hand, the book instantly lost its luster, enveloped in demonic energy, becoming dim and lackluster. At first glance, it appeared no different from an ordinary book.
Tantai Yue's heart tightened, and his gaze involuntarily followed the book.
That was the Qing Shen Music Score.
The man in black chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, and looked at Ya Feiyu provocatively. The latter was tense all over, like a wolf poised to pounce. Just as the three were facing off, a melodious zither tune suddenly rang out, and the next moment, the tremors of the Demon-Suppressing Tower abruptly stopped, as if the heavens and earth had been covered, and there was not a sound at all.
Only silence remained.
Tantai Yue's gaze involuntarily fell on the soul in the cage, and only then did he realize with astonishment—
Those souls had all vanished without a trace.
After he realized this, a low growl, belonging to a wild beast, rang out.
The ground suddenly collapsed.
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