He could no longer swallow the blood and spat it out, staining half of the child's face red and soaking a patch of his clothes.
"Mother……?"
Xiao Rongyu's eyes were already empty. With her last bit of strength, the woman took out a long sword and placed it in his arms: "Xiao Mo, your mother is here, right here..."
She gave the child a final, gentle smile. Holding the sword hilt in one hand, she slowly straightened her bowed body, a flash of ferocity in her eyes. With a long howl, she released all the spiritual swords that had pierced her body, forcing back several cultivators who had approached behind her. The hand holding the sword hilt shone brightly with silver light, absorbing her last bit of life force.
"Little Mo..."
Tears finally streamed down his face. Even though Geng Qi was a spirit and couldn't shed tears, he still felt a deep sadness in the child's eyes.
He recognized the sword; it was called Drunken Shadow, the sword Rong Yu never parted from.
Although I had long guessed what that person had experienced on Mount Khao Pan, witnessing it firsthand was even more heartbreaking.
The woman's body began to dissipate, turning into fluorescent light that seeped into the sword. The silver longsword lay horizontally in front of the child, but he stared blankly, forgetting to dodge the attack that came again.
"What are you doing? He's just a child!"
A sword blocked the attack, and the person who made the move said, "Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots. Didn't you see what this woman just did? If she grows stronger, she will cause endless trouble!"
A single sentence instantly extinguished any lingering compassion the person felt. The man struck again, and an invisible barrier, gleaming with a faint silver light, suddenly appeared around the child.
The Drunken Shadow Sword was drawn from its sheath, its snow-white blade devouring the bloodstains left on the ground by the woman. The bloodstains dissipated, and thunder began to rumble in the sky. Flames spread from the other side of the mountain to this place, quickly engulfing the entire mountaintop.
The purplish-black flames were all too familiar to Geng Qi.
Rong Yu knelt on the ground, looking at the unsheathed longsword. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but the sword seemed to have a spirit and suddenly darted towards the direction from which the flames were spreading. The child with empty eyes finally panicked. He suddenly looked up and tried to grab the hilt of the sword, but he grabbed nothing.
"Mother, don't go...don't go! Mother!"
He didn't know where the strength came from, but the belated tears suddenly burst forth, and his hoarse voice finally rang out again. He chased after the silver longsword, falling several times along the way, but getting up again each time. The silver barrier always protected him, and the pursuers had nowhere to strike, so they followed him.
Geng Qi felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
The child's figure, chasing after the flying sword, disappeared from sight, and the scenery changed, revealing the other side of the mountain.
The loud noise we heard at first was actually caused by the self-destruction of a demon guardian.
With the moon high in the sky, a thunderclap suddenly struck the summit of Mount Kaopan with tremendous force, illuminating the once lush and verdant mountain. The peak was now completely engulfed in purplish-black flames.
The thunder never subsided, the fire never died down.
This is the original owner, the birthplace of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.
Flames filled the air, and cries of agony echoed around them. Countless righteous cultivators were struck by lightning, burned by fire, and their corpses littered the ground. Some were barely clinging to life.
At the heart of the raging fire, beneath a giant crater formed by the self-destruction of the guardian, a newborn infant sat naked in a half-broken eggshell. He tried to reach out, but couldn't even touch his own legs, as if he could fall over without anyone's help.
"Demon... Demon... My..."
Suddenly, a figure moved in front of the baby, muttering something incoherently. Just four or five meters ahead of him, the man had a broken leg, the wound a bloody mess. With each step he took, a trail of blood was left on the ground. His pupils were unfocused, and he was clearly not long for this world. Yet, the greed in his bones sustained him as he crawled laboriously toward the baby.
A gust of wind swept past, carrying scorching heat and a strong stench of blood, striking the baby's tender skin. Yet the baby seemed oblivious to the burning pain, watching the zombie-like figure draw ever closer, its purple-gold eyes filled with pure innocence.
Just as the bloodied hand was about to touch him, a flying sword suddenly descended from the sky, landing right in front of the infant. The sword's energy shattered the man's already fragile soul and absorbed the blood energy around him.
Geng Qi watched as Rong Yu, who was chasing after him, paused for a moment in front of him. His gaze darted back and forth between the Drunken Shadow Sword and the baby twice before he ran into the pit and picked up the baby from the eggshell.
The purple flames continued to burn, the thunder continued to rage, the righteous forces besieging the demon realm were dead, and the royal family chasing Rong Yu and her son were also gone. It was truly a scene of carnage, a living hell.
The drunken shadow, floating in mid-air, flew to the sky, using blood as a catalyst and fire as a tempering agent. Watching the snow-white blade absorb the blood essence in the purplish-black flames and turn into deep red, some things seemed to have found their answers in his heart.
Geng Qi didn't know where his fire came from, but he knew it was no ordinary fire. It had been tempered and absorbed from the essence and blood of hundreds of cultivators in the raging fire. The cultivators who appeared on Kaopan Mountain back then had at least the Nascent Soul stage, and some were even powerful beings who had reached the Divine Transformation stage or even the Integration stage. Their deaths were not voluntary. Human greed, selfishness, regret, and all negative emotions turned into resentment after death and were absorbed by the sword. How could such a sword not be full of murderous aura?
No wonder Rong Yu always prevented Zuiying from drawing her sword!
The combined malevolent aura of these people would be difficult even for a cultivator at the Mahayana stage to handle!
He dared not use the sword, yet he never parted with it, for his mother's last spirit resided within that sword.
Even though Geng Qi had never truly fought against him, he knew that his cultivation level was definitely above the Nascent Soul stage.
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