Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 95 - 95 95 Shang Ying

95: Chapter 95: Shang Ying 95: Chapter 95: Shang Ying “Hmph, a discarded pupil that even the Taixuan Sect didn’t want; barely fit to be used as trash,” the man in the purple robe said, lavishing him with high praise without reservation.

“How could he possibly be compared to you, Young Master Meng?”

Yet Meng Zifei did not disappoint in living up to that praise.

Despite his Dao heart nearly collapsing not long before, he had swiftly steadied his mind with but a few words.

“Don’t waste your efforts anymore.

Your game is over.

Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, your two puppets, have clearly been completely destroyed, and Si Chen certainly won’t let that piece of trash under your control live.

Even if you destroy the Mountain Realm and cause rivers of blood to flow into the sea, you will not be able to take it with you!”

A deeper smile flickered in the man’s eyes: “I have indeed underestimated you.”

A cold sneer played on Meng Zifei’s face: “Now that the one pulling the strings is in the valley, you, with such power, do not choose yourself as the first to face the Blood River.

Thinking about it, there’s no need to care about what lies beneath that mask, but I am rather curious to ask you…

Among the Six Rivers, which place do you hold?!”

The Six Rivers represent the six ultimate powers of inheritance within the Demon Sect, each containing three thousand Demon Scriptures.

Awakening the power of any one of these rivers would be enough to throw this tremendous furnace of the Mortal World into chaos.

To cultivate to vastness, even descending Heavenly Gods would be helpless against those in their peak state from the Six Rivers.

Everyone in the Demon Sect longed for these powers, but this man did not rush to absorb the power of this mountain’s Mohe.

This meant he did not need it.

Because he had already inherited it, he could not—and did not need—to inherit another Mohe’s legacy.

The man in the purple robe was momentarily taken aback, then burst out laughing: “Meng Zifei, oh Meng Zifei, you’ve become more interesting by the minute.”

Meng Zifei, however, shook his head with utmost seriousness: “In these mountains, the most interesting thing must be the person who destroyed your two puppets.

At least…

I don’t have that ability yet.”

The man in the purple robe took a step back, still confidently fixing his gaze upon Meng Zifei’s face, and chuckled: “Young Master Meng, your heart is so steadfast; doesn’t that just show how thick-skinned you are?

After doing something so terrible to her back then, you still manage to remain unaffected, but…

does time really dilute everything?”

His tone suddenly became eerie.

Meng Zifei frowned uncomfortably: “What do you mean?”

“Well, I doubt it.

You only know of the Six Rivers of the Demon Sect, but do you know what lies at the end of those Six Rivers?

Allow me to enlighten you.”

Below the mask, the man’s eerie laughter resounded as he watched Meng Zifei with a sinister gaze, speaking slowly: “Righteous cultivators face the tribulation of ascending to heaven, surviving thirty thousand bolts of Heavenly Tribulation and making their way to the Heavenly Gods’ halls, where they receive the Star Crown from the Emperor and are granted a divine title and a Star Domain to establish their Divine Mansion.

On the other hand, the Demon Sect’s cultivators face Demonic Tribulation, going through the Nether Sea, stripping away their mortal flesh and bones, forging Demon Bones and a Demon Soul, thus becoming a demon and receiving a demonic title.

Since the ancient times when Pangu first opened up the world, only those with God Demon bloodlines had the Talent to successfully ascend or fall to demonhood.

As the bloodlines in the Mortal World became increasingly diluted over time, none could ascend anymore, except for the Three Sects known as the golden age of the Heavenly Dao.

Apart from those three thousand-year Immortals who successfully transcended their realm, no one else had the qualification to ascend.”

Meng Zifei grew increasingly impatient; everything the man in the purple robe was talking about was documented in the “Tianyao History.”

Two hundred years of cultivation life had allowed him to be well-read, and he was very clear about these basic common knowledge.

“Is this all the nonsense you wanted to say!”

The man in the purple robe laughed: “Don’t be so impatient.

I know what you’re longing for now.”

His once hearty tone suddenly became grave, conveying a chilling magnanimity: “What you want, I can help you achieve.”

Meng Zifei stared blankly at that fierce ghostly mask, instinctively wanting to put on an indifferent front and firmly say: I need no help from a demon of the Demon Sect!

He knew well that those of the Demon Path were adept at beguiling people, seeing through the darkness and desires hidden deep within everyone.

He knew he should not listen any further, but Meng Zifei found his breathing becoming increasingly tense.

Worse still, he had an inkling of what the other party was going to say next, and there was even a subtle expectation in his heart.

“Everyone knows that the Demonic Tribulation for Demon Cultivators is the Nether Sea, but since five hundred years ago, when Zhao He, the Sect Master of the Langya Demon Sect, fell, no one has attempted Demonic Tribulation.

It’s not because they feared that they would perish in the calamities of the Nether Sea, but because no matter how our sect cultivators cultivated, they could no longer see that sea.

For the Nether Sea that connects to the Nine Nethers Demon World lies beyond the Six Rivers.”

Here, a hand beneath the purple robe quietly clenched into a fist, blue veins emerging subtly:

“It’s not that the sons of my Demon Sect fear the Nether Tribulations; rather, it’s that those damned righteous Three Sects killed our Sect Master!

They destroyed our Six Rivers!

Thus, my Demon Sect has no chance for Demonic Tribulation!”

Meng Zifei’s eyelids drooped: “What’s the use of telling me this?

The cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect are tyrannical and cruel, growing stronger by devouring others, and not tolerated by the laws of heaven.

To end up like this, what grudge is there to speak of, ha…”

He suddenly let out a sneer: “Of course, such hypocritically righteous words naturally cannot shake the legendary Six Rivers Lord.

But in the end, isn’t it just because you yourselves were too weak, pressed down by the righteous until you fled like stray dogs from Zhao Country?”

His mocking words were crystal clear, yet the man in the purple robe did not seem to be angered in the slightest; rather, he seemed quite agreeable:

“That’s right, the victors live, the losers die!

But what I want to tell you today is that water can capsize the boat, but it can also carry the boat.

Those three thousand-year Immortals severed the water of my Demon World.

Once I gather the power of the Six Rivers and ascend to Tianyao, not only will I capsize their righteous Immortal boat, but I will also plant my Langya Demon Flag throughout the land and rivers!”

“I’ve been following you since two hundred years ago, you are more qualified to inherit the legacy of my Demon Sect than Wen Yu.

Of course, as my Demon Sect operates, we return favors.

Just now, you asked me which of the Six Rivers I belong to.

Let me be honest with you, I am second only to the ‘number one sword, number one scripture, number one hall’ of your righteous path, a powerful existence far superior to them.

My Mohe…

it specializes in collecting Death Spirits, which I’m sure Young Master Meng has heard of?”

Meng Zifei was shocked, his expression dramatically changed: “Could it be that you!”

The man in the purple robe drifted towards the lake, his toes lightly touching the surface of Bishui Lake.

As ripples spread out, the water beneath him turned blood red in an instant, twisted and agonized souls struggling and screaming from within the Blood Lake.

With each step he took on the surface, the myriad souls were shattered, vanishing in smoke, never to return!

Only a figure in a crimson Daoist robe lay tranquilly in the lake, lifeless, as if she would never wake up again.

Seeing this, Meng Zifei stumbled back, his face turning pale, his body trembling with fury, his eyes filled with towering rage: “How dare you lay a hand on her!!!”