Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 88 Demon Lord Legacy

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Demon Lord Legacy

"Ultimately, it means that in the eyes of Lady Yun Xiao, there was only Demon Lord Bai Mushuang. Alone, she fought her way from the south to the north of this grand hall, from east to west, until the blood flowed like rivers and the bones piled up like mountains. Only then did she find this hall and slay the legendary Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, then drifting away, never once seeing me, her servant, as worthy of regard."

"So, that’s why I was able to survive."

But then Lan Yue started to bitterly smile, saying: "It might have been better to have died back then. Although the Heavenly Vault Star Shattering Array was destroyed, the hall itself still seals off heaven and earth. In the ensuing battle between the two, the remnant Primordial Qi of heaven and earth here was completely depleted."

"If only it were just that, but regrettably, relying solely on myself, I cannot leave this grand hall. I can only stay with His Majesty’s corpse, without food or drink, not even a sound, just like this for a thousand years, a thousand years! Do you know how that feels?"

With these words, Nezha felt an uncontrollable shiver in his heart.

Ultimately, Cultivators, like humans, are social animals, needing interaction and understanding.

The threshold for cultivation is high, but stepping onto this threshold does not guarantee success.

Laziness, sloth, foolishness, obsession, desires—these still entangle a Cultivator throughout their life, dragging many a genius from the clouds to the dust.

And cultivation itself is an exceedingly dull and tedious task, with few capable of persisting to the end. Even Shi Ji, naturally as tough as rock and supposedly least afraid of loneliness, took Bi Yun and Cai Yun, two young disciples, during his secluded cultivation in the deep mountains.

Apart from dispelling loneliness, another reason is to prevent their cultivation from going awry, ensuring they don’t sink deeper due to mental issues.

Nezha tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, clearly understanding one thing: being alone for too long can truly drive one mad.

He looked into Lan Yue’s eyes, contemplating how for the past thousand years, without Primordial Qi from heaven and earth, there was no way to cultivate, no advancement in cultivation.

He could only watch as the Primordial Qi in his Qi Sea gradually dried up, his shriveled stomach rumbling with hunger, hunger and silence tormenting one’s spirit day and night, even the Primordial Spirit weakening along with the body.

Seeing that flash of madness in the other’s pupils, quickly suppressed by profound wisdom, Nezha seriously said: "If not for the Iron Emperor, the only thing that can open this grand hall is this Bronze Ancient Character in my hand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Yue’s gaze fell back onto the Bronze Ancient Character, he slowly said: "This ancient character was obtained by His Majesty during his quest in the West Sea, exceptionally sturdy, insusceptible even to Quasi-Saint level strength. Besides that, its origin and use are unknown, later His Majesty whimsically made it into the key to this grand hall."

Nezha saw the greed in the other’s eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the Bronze Ancient Character vanished, he said: "Senior, rest assured, meeting here is fate. If possible, we will definitely rescue you."

But just then Lan Yue shook his head, bitterly smiling as he said: "It doesn’t matter anymore. I have been imprisoned here for a thousand years, contemplating everything under the heavens, and have long since felt that all is emptiness. Moreover, you are also a cultivator, have you not seen that I am already burnt out, with few days remaining?"

Of course, Nezha could tell.

A person tortured by hunger, loneliness, and silence for a thousand years, even going mad, then suppressing that madness with wisdom harbored in their own mind, was undoubtedly someone both admirable and deserving of sympathy.

At that moment, Deng Chanyu experienced such emotions. In her brief life, apart from practicing cultivation and martial arts, her greatest joy had been listening to the elders of her clan tell those grand heroic tales.

Thus, even after a thousand years, the name Demon Lord Bai Mushuang was deeply etched in her mind in this form.

Although the Demon Lord is now dead, one of his servants had appeared alive before her eyes, making those stories she had heard no longer seem ethereal and elusive.

She looked at the tall skeleton before her with eyes of sympathy and earnestly said: "Senior, be at ease. My father’s army does not shun the Demon Race, knows many esteemed seniors, and possesses countless spiritual elixirs. Once we get out, there will surely be a way to restore you."

Lan Yue looked at Deng Chanyu, a hint of kindness surfacing on his gaunt face, like a wise elder in a family who dotes on a younger relative, making one instinctively want to drop all burdens and guards.

He said: "Young lady, for me now, whether to leave or stay, to live or die, has long ceased to matter."

A venerable elder who has suffered greatly and already seen through life and death, this was the first impression the two had when they saw Lan Yue.

However, Nezha had a question in his mind.

If you have already seen through life and death, why then do you still live in this prison without sunlight, unable to see the end, meticulously controlling every bit of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within your body like a miser guarding his wealth, unwilling to waste any, continually prolonging these days more painful than death?

Is it because you haven’t given up hope on life?

If that is the case, and a chance for survival has already appeared before you, why do you still choose to ignore it?

At this moment, he suddenly turned his head back and saw a group of people marching in through the large hole,

Leading them was Gu Jianqing, who held a box adorned with gold borders and multicolored gemstones in his arms, treating it as his greatest find on this expedition, to personally hand over to his mentor, Daoist Xiao Qi.

He had to put in great effort to conceal his excitement.

In the end, Wu Xiang Monk still managed to escape the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array through his supreme courage and wisdom.

But looking at him now, walking at the tail of the group with a lost soul, his entire demeanor seemed to have undergone a tremendous shock, though he appeared no different from before, even the newly grown black hair on his head somehow seemed like wild grass wilting in the autumn.

He hadn’t sustained any injuries.

But aside from himself, no one knew what he had encountered or experienced within that formation.

Gu Jianqing looked forward, seeing both Nezha and Deng Chanyu, and also observed the corpse of the Demon Lord on the ground and the skeletal-looking Lan Yue.

Confused, he glanced sideways at Wu Xiang Monk at the end of the group, seeing the venerable one, who had contributed considerably along the way, now looking unreliable, his expression calm despite the turbulence inside.

Even though Gu Jianqing had already decided to kill the two young ones alongside him, reducing their bodies to ashes, he still put on a smile from afar and said, "Aren’t these Chan Sect’s Nezha and Sanshan Pass’s Miss Deng Chanyu? My master had instructed me to take good care of you after I enter. Why didn’t you wait for us? We’ve walked for so long without seeing each other, it really worries me."

Nezha looked curiously at the Treasure Box in his arms and also wore a smile, saying, "Sorry for making Brother worry."

"As long as you are safe. And who is this?"

Gu Jianqing then looked at Lan Yue, who although had weak spiritual aura, the mere presence of any living being in this Iron Emperor Hall belonged, especially when the Array Patterns underfoot were even more intricate and numerous than the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array behind them.

Upon seeing the large group of people appear, each with cultivation no less than Nezha’s before him, Lan Yue, with his empty and dry eyes, subconsciously glanced at the dark deep entrance of the hall, coughed twice, and took the initiative to introduce himself in extremely brief words about his identity and origin.

Now, Gu Jianqing was the one caught in a dilemma.

He and Nezha alike both suspected that this Lan Yue had survived here for a thousand years, his cultivation most likely reaching the Loose Immortal Realm, unaware of any terrifying trump cards he may bear.

Moreover, Gu Jianqing also remembered, prior to coming in, two predecessors from Chan Sect had given Nezha a garment of linen and three sword talismans.

However, Gu Jianqing thought, in general, the advantage was still on his side, whether or not to make a move was still his decision to make, and when.

Just as he was about to finalize his thoughts, Lan Yue in front of him spoke again.

"I am merely a driftweed in this world; there is nothing regrettable about dying. I have only clung to life until now to find an opportunity, not to let His Majesty’s final legacy vanish from this world."

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