Chapter 78 078 Let this joke continue to its final act...
"Your Majesty... no, you are..."
The silver-masked man stared intently at A-Meng's face. After several years, the little girl he remembered had blossomed into a graceful beauty, no longer childish.
Her bright eyes were like almonds, and her lips were pink and red, making her look as beautiful as a flower. Yet, there was a hint of heroism between her brows, with a sharp edge hidden within.
General Meng had watched Ah Meng grow up, from a tiny little dumpling to a blossoming flower. He had always known she was a natural beauty, destined to be a stunning woman. But he never imagined that when she fully matured and blossomed, she would… she would…
He would actually turn into the likeness of the person he longed for...
How could this be, how could this be...
Who is she? Who is she?!
Stun, panic, shock, bewilderment... a host of emotions flashed through the man's eyes in turn, and finally vanished into nothingness with Fu Luo's heart-wrenching roar.
"Desire to dream!!!"
Fu Luo watched helplessly as the ghost core inside A Meng's body was shattered by his golden bird, and the divine essence he had just cultivated also began to flicker.
He was heartbroken and devastated, as if he had seen a treasured possession shattered. He screamed wildly and then lunged at A-Meng.
He had to hold onto her; he couldn't bear to watch her disappear from his sight again.
Desire to dream, desire to dream... desire to dream, desire to dream, desire to dream...
Fu Luo stretched out his hands, trying to gather the divine energy fragments that were slowly spreading into the air, but was sent flying by General Meng's palm.
"Get out of here, don't touch her."
Fu Luo refused to listen and tried to get up, but suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and felt an empty pain in his chest.
He belatedly looked down and saw a fist-sized hole in his chest, going right through him.
Fu Luo raised his head in disbelief, staring at the silver-masked Asura.
Despite being so severely injured by the Soul-Suppressing Whip, he was still able to shatter his divine essence with a single palm strike...
Is this a monster?
No, it's a monster...
Fu Luo collapsed to the ground again, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood. With the severe damage to his divine essence, the statues in the tens of thousands of temples belonging to him in the mortal realm collapsed and shattered simultaneously. His divine power was rapidly draining away, his face was pale and haggard, and tears streamed down his face, making him look extremely pitiful.
General Meng didn't even glance at him. He held Ah Meng in one arm and gently stroked her head with the other, soothingly saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm sorry, I just found you, I just recognized you... I'm so sorry... Don't worry, nothing will happen..."
He laughed as he reached for his chest, intending to take out his inner core and give it to her.
Although I've never heard of ghosts surviving by using someone else's inner core, how will I know if I don't try?
Whether it works or not, just take it out and you'll know...
Even if it doesn't work, it's still a good thing to die with her.
It's his own fault for not recognizing her sooner.
Yu Meng was right beside him all these years, but he never realized it was her.
He deserves to die, he deserves to die.
He should have suspected it long ago when she revealed her divine aura; he should have suspected it long ago when he sensed a familiar shadow in her eyes; he should have…
He deserves to die!!
General Meng extended his sharp, ghostly fingernails, sharp and pointed, with a metallic, cold gray hue, and easily pierced through his chest, digging into his flesh.
A soft hand gently grasped his wrist.
"General Meng... what are you doing?"
The moment A Meng was pierced by the golden bird, her consciousness was a little hazy. For a long time, she couldn't react to what had happened. She only saw her master's shocked eyes and Fu Luo walking towards her. The two of them were talking, but she couldn't hear them.
A heart-wrenching pain shot through her, and she shivered from the cold. She finally regained her hearing and finally understood where she was and what she was doing. Then she saw her master dissecting his inner core and giving it to her.
"Ameng, don't be afraid..."
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
He just wanted to reassure her that she wasn't afraid.
No, don't.
Despite Ah Meng's best efforts to shake her head and struggle in an attempt to stop him, the man remained unmoved.
Until a bright red color filled my field of vision.
It was a small red flower.
"Master, you...you promised me that with this flower as proof, you would do anything I asked..."
The man's eyes reflected the red flower, as if he had returned to the day he broke free from the dry well that sealed him, when the adorable little dumpling crawled to his feet and gently tugged at the hem of his robe.
"This young lady unintentionally broke the restriction, which is a great favor to me. I offer this flower as a token of my gratitude. If one day I am ever required to serve her, I will do my utmost to help her."
He made such a vow to her, and the proof is right before her eyes.
"Master, Master... does it still count? I've kept this flower all along, it still counts..." A-Meng struggled to speak, and in her anxiety, she coughed violently, the blood she vomited splattering onto the petals, making them even more beautiful.
General Meng suddenly grasped Ah Meng's hand holding the flowers, not wanting her to continue speaking.
"Count it, count it."
"Okay." A-Meng smiled, seemingly relieved. "Then, I want you to live. The Ghost Realm needs you more than I do... Don't do anything for me. I just want you to live well... and then find, find the one you love..."
A Meng's eyes were glistening with tears. She really wanted to tell him that she loved him, loved her master, and loved General Meng, but she held back.
Her master had someone he loved, and since things had come to this, why should she cause him unnecessary trouble before her death?
Unfortunately, her nineteenth birthday was just a few days away, and she had hoped to take this opportunity to ask her master to paint a portrait of her.
He painted so many portraits of his sweetheart, and she only asked for one. Isn't that a bit too much to ask?
"Promise me, promise me... Master..."
The little red flower, carefully nurtured with magic, eventually withered.
Tears streamed down the silver-masked general's face. Suddenly, he tightened his embrace around the young emperor, as if trying to meld him into his own body. This long-awaited intimacy had arrived at a time of life and death—how cruel.
He watched her die before his eyes once again, and he wanted to die with her, but she insisted that he live, just like before, how cruel it was.
He had been searching for her for so many years, and when he finally discovered that she was the person he had been with day and night, he lost her again. How cruel!
"Desire to dream..."
It's me, Cang Han...
This is the name you gave me, don't you remember?
The man whimpered like a wild beast, but could not stop the figure in his arms from gradually dissipating.
At that moment, a weak, mocking voice rang out—
"There's another way that might save her."
The silver-masked ghost general suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the god who was on his last breath not far away.
Fu Luo lay on his back on the ground, his pupils gradually losing focus, becoming dark and empty. "She was originally formed from the remnants of Yu Meng's divine essence. Even if her own ghost core shattered and the divine essence she cultivated in this life dissipated, the remnants of Yu Meng's divine essence wouldn't dissipate so quickly. After all, she was once the number one female war goddess of the Heavenly Court..."
Upon hearing this, General Meng immediately looked down and indeed found that within A Meng's almost vanished tranquil divine essence, there seemed to be a tiny, bean-sized divine light enveloping it. The divine light was exceptionally bright, and although it was slowly weakening, the rate of reduction was extremely slow.
"Before that divine light is completely extinguished, sending her to the Immortal Sect might, perhaps, still allow her to remain in this world..."
As soon as Fu Luo finished speaking, General Meng disappeared on the spot, carrying A Meng. Fu Luo's vision gradually darkened, and he felt his divine energy gradually depleting, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
Why can't I stand this brat?
It was because he knew that his love for Yu Meng was something that could never be openly acknowledged. And he also knew what kind of love was something that could be shown openly.
He didn't.
Therefore, he felt jealousy, hatred, inferiority, and envy.
That's why we need to be even more furious and disgusted.
That's why one must be vicious.
Even when he pointed out the way to save her before he died, it contained a malicious scheme.
Fu Luo suddenly laughed with relief.
He cultivated the path to godhood with a humble mortal body. Even though he used all his cunning and schemes to climb to the position of God, he could never compare with those original gods. He lacked the confidence of someone born to be a god.
His long, vicious, and despicable life was a joke.
So let this joke continue to be malicious to the very end.
...
General Meng led Ah Meng to the nearest immortal sect, a place called Xuanxiao Sect.
The Xuanxiao Sect is a prominent sect among the immortal sects in the mortal realm, with its mountain gate protected by 99,999 exorcism steps.
General Meng's vital energy was damaged by Fu Luo's Soul-Suppressing Whip. In the end, he overexerted all his strength to deliver a fatal blow to Fu Luo. When he reached the foot of Xuanxiao Sect Mountain, he was almost completely exhausted and had nothing left to protect himself.
But he dared not delay for a moment, and carrying A-Meng on his back, he ascended to the Immortal Gate in his ghost form.
He used his last bit of spiritual power to summon the Vajra, a divine object whose power could protect Ah Meng from the exorcism restrictions on the steps. He himself was simply using his ghostly form to withstand the attack.
Level 10, Level 100, Level 1000...
He climbed upwards step by step, enduring the sharp, blade-like exorcism spells striking his body, from being covered in wounds to becoming a bloody mess, and finally collapsing into a black mist of blood...
He didn't know how long he climbed, but the Vajra was no longer usable due to the depletion of its spiritual power. Ah Meng's ghostly body gradually melted away, leaving only a sliver of divine light. As for himself, he turned into a cluster of eerie netherfire, no longer even resembling a ghost.
In his final thought, only one thing remained: count, count up level by level...
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety...
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one...
...
Ninety-nine thousand...nine hundred and ninety-nine...
Finally, he reached that number, and then he lost consciousness.
He understood Fu Luo's sinister intentions from the very beginning.
But he had no other choice.
But... wouldn't this count as breaking my promise?
He promised her he would live well, but in the end, he couldn't keep his promise.
Inside the Xuanxiao Gate.
With a loud cry of a newborn baby, joyous news spread from the sect leader's wife's room: the sect leader's daughter had been born.
[Volume 4: The Demon Princess - End]
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