The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 235 - 128 - A Glance at Ten Thousand Years, The Reincarnation of the Great Demon_3

Chapter 235: Chapter 128 - A Glance at Ten Thousand Years, The Reincarnation of the Great Demon_3

Even Ningtuo was somewhat numb.

She didn’t know how many times the girl had been stabbed by him.

She didn’t know what kind of pain the girl had suffered.

All she knew was that it must have hurt a lot.

No matter what happened, the young girl foolishly stood by his side, unswervingly supporting him.

She couldn’t understand, nor could she fathom it.

At this time, the silent Bai Ze spoke again, "The scenes in the ancient mirror could be illusions.

Initially, my master bravely stepped into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to suppress the Heart Demon, all alone, in order to save the lives of all beings. And now, you all have entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters, awakening the master..."

There was a look of surprise in everyone’s eyes.

If this was indeed an illusion, it would be easier to accept.

But, even if it was an illusion, the endless carnage over many lives was still hard to accept.

Even as mere witnesses, they could sense the pain of the young girl.

Not to mention the girl herself, who had been repeatedly subjected to killings by the one she loved most.

What kind of pain was this?

"Illusion?" At this moment, a scornful voice suddenly sounded. "Is this really an illusion? This is clearly... the life of the great demon and is merely reenacted in the illusion.

The blood bead is obviously the real great demon!"

With this voice, a woman in white robes appeared, her face bearing a captivating smile, full of charm.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the pupils of everyone present sharply constricted: "Venerable!"

A trace of confusion flashed across Bai Di’s face, which then darkened: "Venerable, don’t distort the truth!"

The newcomer turned out to be a clone of the Venerable.

"Bai Ze, why deceive yourself?" The Venerable chuckled, "For a so-called master, you don’t even want to believe your own wife...won’t even call my name, will you?"

As the Venerable spoke, there was a look of sorrow in her eyes, "You have always refused to believe in me.

Take a look at the demoness. In the illusion, even though the demon massacred countless lives and repeatedly hurt her, she never leaves him and keeps trying to awaken him.

The only regret is that while the demoness is willing, the demon is heartless.

Bai Ze, can you trust me like the demoness trusts the demon?"

With the Venerable’s words, seven terrifying figures also descended.

The aura of these seven was clearly that of the Great Venerables, and yet... they were not ordinary Great Venerables.

The seven figures surrounded Bai Ze and the thirteen northern demons present.

Bai Ze’s expression was sullen, "Yanran, why are you making wild guesses about something unfounded? The Destiny Tablet has influenced you too much."

The Venerable was Bai Di’s wife, Yanran.

Yanran took a step forward, her powerful aura pervading the area.

The thirteen northern demons present all felt a great pressure.

In Ningtuo’s eyes, there was also deep dread.

This was a level of strength she simply could not resist.

"The Destiny Tablet is nothing more than a treasure. How could it influence me?" Yanran’s eyes held a hint of contempt, "In fact, whether the master is a great demon, whether she is a demoness... if we continue watching... won’t we have the answer?

Bai Ze, if the master is the great demon, if she is the demoness, would you suppress and kill them for the sake of the world?

Only when the great demon and the demoness are completely dead, can the Realm of Flowing Wind be restored to peace across all lands!

The dispute over the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters and the decision of North and South can finally be truly settled!"

Upon hearing Yanran’s words, Bai Ze hesitated.

A smile in Yanran’s eyes, she knew she couldn’t convince Bai Ze just yet.

She too was curious about how the former Blood Master managed to emerge from the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.. was not a place where one could simply enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters and awaken easily.

Once trapped in there, one would either become a demon or already be a demon.

He would have to walk the same path as the great demon, experiencing all that the great demon had gone through.

The seven powerhouses stood behind Yanran, coldly watching everyone present.

Bai Di was surrounded, his heart filled with anxiety.

This avatar of his could barely hold off Yanran’s.

But as for the seven powerhouses, the thirteen northern demons simply couldn’t resist.

He didn’t say anything, but instead accepted Yanran’s suggestion and continued to watch the ancient mirror.

In the scenes of the mirror, there were countless cycles of reincarnation.

For the figure clad in the bloody robes, it was all about slaughter.

For the petite girl, it was the experience of being hurt by her most beloved time and time again, eventually leading to their joint death.

It seemed like an inescapable cycle of reincarnation.

Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, only the most memorable memories would emerge in the ancient mirror.

But, nobody could count how many times they had been stabbed, how many times they had died.

What they were witnessing was already so painful.

How much more had they missed seeing?

Anguished cries echoed from the North, a blood-red robe slaughtering an entire city.

This time, he did not kill the girl with his sword.

He looked at the girl with a baby-face, for the first time, his voice wavered: "I am a demon. You shouldn’t follow me. I never noticed you. I don’t even know where you are.

Perhaps, you don’t exist at all and you are just a figment of my imagination.

This city... is known as ’No Return’.

You wait here for me, for a thousand, or ten thousand years. If I can return, I will come to see you.

If I cannot return, then leave."

Endless years spent in slaughter.

The blood-red robe seemed to recall something.

The moment he stepped into the Gate of All Demons, he became a Great Demon.

He is the Great Demon!

The girl looked at the blood-red robe, her face full of reluctance. She tightly clutched the sleeve of his robe, unwilling to let go: "Pearls of Blood..."

As the blood-red robe drew the sword, the girl looked at him defiantly, unwilling to let go.

Seeing this, the Thirteen Demons of the North were moved. Would this sword strike down as before?

A flash of bloody light passed by, blood splattering, the girl tightly clutched a severed arm.

The blood-red robe had cut off his own arm and disappeared into the vast desert.

The girl clutched the severed arm tightly. She could finally speak completely, but it was when he truly left: "Pearls of Blood... remember, you are not the Great Demon!"

This is why she came.

Once he thinks he is the Great Demon, he would then truly never awaken.

She sat alone in the deserted city.

One person, one city, waiting for one man.

Cherry blossoms bloom in the human world, and a light boat crosses countless mountains. The spring breeze of the South, hidden in letters, brings warmth to a desolate winter, the return of long-lost loved ones.

Years passing by, changing landscapes, the girl sits on the top of city walls every day, unaware of whom she awaits.

She takes one glance, ten years, a century, a millennium, ten thousand years...

After an endless amount of time.

The blood-red robe empties a city with a slaughter, he suddenly laughs lightly: "I am not the Great Demon..."

When stepping into the Gate of All Demons, he is the Great Demon.

But now, he has forgotten.

"I’m not the Great Demon... then who am I..."

At this moment, within the barrier, a look of surprise flashed in the Venerable’s eyes.

Once entering the Gate of All Demons, he would be the Great Demon, regardless of who the previous Blood Master was.

And now, why has the Blood Master inside the Gate of All Demons managed to break free?

She couldn’t understand, hardly could.

Naturally, she wouldn’t know.

The original divine skill Qi Yuan awakened, was Oblivion.

He forgot the fact that he was the Great Demon.

He broke free from the shackles of the Gate of All Demons.

He is not the Great Demon.

The image in the ancient mirror became fuzzy.

The blood-red robe stopped slaughtering and went into hiding among humans.

Sometimes, he sits by the creek in a daze, murmuring to himself: "Who am I?"

Sometimes, he sits under the eave of the house, watching the falling rain: "What did I forget?"

Sometimes, he looks at the ants on the ground: "I seem to have forgotten everything."

He is like a stone, squatting there.

Dust falls on his body.

Dry leaves flutter onto his shoulders.

He becomes a stone in the deep mountains.

Thousands of years, ten thousand years, the human world has undergone countless cycles of reincarnations.

Suddenly, a voice reached his ear: "A city has appeared in the desert, where there’s a woman who has been waiting for someone."

A city?

The huge stone pondered.

From the crumbling stone, a figure in red emerged.

Endless thoughts flashed in his eyes.

"Someone is still waiting for me."