Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

Chapter 108: Chapter 99: Life is Getting Better

Su Youwan arrived just as Lu Changyuan’s Demonic Qi erupted completely.

She too was heavily injured. Her organs felt like shattered pottery, a churning, ceaseless pain that had caused her to be a step too late.

"Cough."

The Silver-haired Maiden froze in place.

It was as if she were seeing that sword strike once again.

But it was different from before.

This time, she saw it with extraordinary clarity.

It was a Daoist wearing a Platinum Face, a sword in his hand, gazing at the heavens.

The Daoist seemed to say something, but Su Youwan couldn’t hear it clearly.

But the Celestial Dao seemed furious, wanting to send down a Thunder Tribulation to punish the Daoist.

The Daoist merely raised his sword. His eyes, the only part of him visible, were as tranquil as an ancient well. The second thing he said, however, Su Youwan heard clearly.

"I borrowed your Supreme power for a thousand years to suppress the Desire Demon. Now I wish to ascend to immortality. Whether you permit it or not, I will ascend."

Then, a sword strike that drained the color from heaven and earth shot from the Daoist’s hand, cleaving straight toward the heavens.

The sky was violently torn asunder.

’So painful.’

Su Youwan thought, as the sword strike seemed to slice into her own body, tearing her apart.

And so a giant hole was left in the sky, which had once been like a dome covering the world.

’What a powerful person.’

’Can a human be so powerful?’

Su Youwan fell.

More accurately, a piece of the Celestial Dao had fallen, landing in the Mortal World.

The place where it fell was a dynasty where immortals and mortals mixed, called the Glazed Dynasty. Looking closer, it had fallen right into Upper Jade Capital of the Glazed Dynasty.

The vision receded like the tide.

Su Youwan had no time to think. She was stunned by the scene before her.

Before the Silver-haired Maiden was a pair of enormous black demon wings. The wings, which blotted out the sun and sky, shielded Lu Changyuan within, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

The Demonic Qi that billowed from the unfurling wings seemed poised to turn the entire Netherworld into a Demon Country.

BANG!

Like a stone tossed into a lake, rings of Demonic Qi rippled through the air, wantonly shattering the space around them.

The immense wave of Demonic Qi quickly slammed into Su Youwan.

"Cough."

Already heavily injured, Su Youwan was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string.

"Remember to thank me."

Someone caught Su Youwan’s body, stopping her fall.

Su Youwan struggled to speak. "How did this happen?"

Mei Zhaozhao added, "What was with that birdcage of yours? Your bird rushed into his body, and then he turned into this!"

"My birdcage?" Only then did Su Youwan realize that her feelings had rushed into Lu Changyuan’s body and fused with him.

Mei Zhaozhao shook her head. "Let’s go, we need to leave right now. Once he has fully Fallen into a Demon, neither of us will survive."

She had been certain Lu Changyuan could beat Xiao Qingfeng, which was why she had returned to see if she could put Lu Changyuan in her debt.

But now, Lu Changyuan had indeed defeated Xiao Qingfeng, only to become an even greater Demon.

Su Youwan’s expression didn’t change. Though weak, her tone was firm. "I have to save him."

"Save him? We can’t even get close! If he so much as stirs up a breeze, we’ll both die."

Just as Mei Zhaozhao’s words fell,

the enormous wings suddenly unfurled.

The person within was indeed still Lu Changyuan, but he also seemed to be nothing more than a Desire Demon wearing Lu Changyuan’s face.

His eyeballs had regrown, now blood-red. He had two wings on his back, and a crimson-black heart was exposed on his chest, throbbing rhythmically.

The entire Netherworld seemed to tremble violently in time with the rhythm of this heart.

Mei Zhaozhao shook her head. "His eyes are crimson. He’s already been corrupted by the Desire Demon. He’s beyond even an immortal’s help."

In truth, he could be saved.

If someone could use the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique in concert with Lu Changyuan’s own Exorcism Method, and then defeat the Desire Demon within his body, Lu Changyuan could likely be saved.

Therefore, in this world, only the Lu Changyuan of the past could save the Lu Changyuan of now.

"It’s over, it’s over! He’s looking at us! I never should have come back!"

Mei Zhaozhao’s panicked voice rang out.

That pair of crimson eyes was now fixed intently on the two of them.

"Be quiet," Su Youwan said. The Silver-haired Maiden remained calm.

To Mei Zhaozhao’s surprise, Lu Changyuan did not fly into a murderous rage and kill them. He merely raised his hand.

Something cut through the wind, transforming into a streak of black light that flew before them.

Mei Zhaozhao stared at Lu Changyuan in disbelief. "He can still maintain his sanity? How is that possible?!"

Su Youwan reached out and intercepted the streak of black light.

It was the Sun Gnomon. The Sun Gnomon conceals heavenly secrets, while the Moon Gnomon traces the past.

Lu Changyuan had actually separated the Sun and Moon Gnomon and sent the Sun Gnomon over.

A hoarse, weary voice spoke. "I’m fine. Take the Sun Gnomon and go."

Su Youwan sliced open her delicate arm. "Drink my blood. It can temporarily protect your mind. We’ll go to the Compassionate Palace. I’ll ask my Master to save you."

His answer was a fierce gust of wind that blew her and Mei Zhaozhao toward the exit.

In mid-air, Su Youwan saw a sight that made her blood run cold: Lu Changyuan viciously stabbed the remaining Moon Gnomon into his own body. Crimson blood, shrouded in black qi, gushed out. It looked as if he were trying to kill himself.

「 」

There had always been a few questions Lu Changyuan could not answer.

What were the crimson, bloody words in his eyes?

If this world wasn’t a game, then where did his memories of a game come from?

Why was he resurrected? And what happened before his resurrection?

On a bright, ordinary morning just like any other, as Lu Changyuan was washing his face, all he could remember was completing the game. In the end, he had controlled Chang’an Daoist to perform a Heaven-Cutting strike, successfully inflicting a flaw upon the Celestial Dao to prove his own Dao.

After thirteen hundred years of cultivation, he had finally ascended above Yao Guang to become an Immortal.

But something was clearly wrong with that.

Because he had been resurrected.

He had already become an Immortal. How could he fall back to the Mortal World and be resurrected?

Therefore, Chang’an Daoist had never become an Immortal.

And a part of his own memory was flawed, obscured by someone or something.

This was a rather easy conclusion to deduce.

If his memories weren’t flawed, he never would have been resurrected in a mountain village.

But if he used this as a baseline and worked backward,

then from the moment Lu Changyuan left the village,

he had been guided all along.

Meeting Qiu Yuehan, then Xia Lianxue, which naturally led to him seeking the Heavenly Repair Pill. Then sending Su Wuxiang away, arriving at Miao Yu Palace, killing Ancestor Red Simurgh, and enduring the Celestial Tribulation.

When he lost his last friend, Su Wuxiang, in Upper Jade Capital, the first crack appeared in Lu Changyuan’s Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness.

Then, in Miao Yu Palace, Xia Lianxue gave him the Drunken Red Simurgh, and his heart of Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness almost completely shattered.

Things had already reached this point.

So Lu Changyuan simply abandoned the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique, played his final trump card, and forcibly saved Xia Lianxue.

Everything felt like a perfectly orchestrated play, flowing along seamlessly.

’How interesting,’ Lu Changyuan thought.

Ever since his rebirth, everything he encountered had been related to him.

The Cultivation Realm was so vast. How could it be that he only ever met people connected to him?

It was far too much of a coincidence.

It was as if someone had designed this entire sequence of events.

Even the timely opening of the Netherworld fell into this pattern.

Even Su Youwan could sense the turmoil in his mind, so how could Lu Changyuan himself not notice?

But Lu Changyuan knew something was wrong, yet he still came to the Netherworld, to this place on the brink of life and death. He considered the Netherworld his home turf, and it was better for things to go wrong here than anywhere else.

Besides, he wanted to see just who was staging this grand play, act after act.

In truth, there weren’t many people in the world capable of something like this. You could count them on one hand.

Lu Changyuan already had his suspicions.

Now that the Desire Demon had entered his body, the mastermind behind it all was crystal clear.

"To have the Desire Demon plot against me for several hundred years... I suppose I must be doing pretty well for myself. Game or no game, what’s the point of giving me these illusory memories? Is it fun?"

Lu Changyuan, his eyes crimson, grinned, his tone dripping with mockery. "Did you think my Emotionless Dao would shatter the moment I realized this world isn’t a game? Why scheme against me in such a roundabout way? So petty. When I left that mountain village, I had no intention of Cultivating the Heartless Path anymore anyway."

Ancestor Red Simurgh suppressed the Painting Demon, and in doing so, became half a Painting Demon herself.

Chang’an Daoist suppressed the Desire Demon—a being several times stronger than the Painting Demon—with his sword for a thousand years. Could he have emerged completely unscathed?

The Cultivator the Desire Demon knew best, and hated most, was him.

So now, with Lu Changyuan unprecedentedly weak and without the protection of the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique, the Desire Demon had quietly descended.

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