Immortal Creation.

Chapter 675 The Son of a Hero Should No Longer Be a Petty Thief
Beside a tributary of the River of Oblivion, Qing Chi knelt down weakly.

She lowered her head and let out endless, mournful sobs, revealing an unprecedented vulnerability.

The youthful days of the past, that innocent and naive joy and sense of belonging, like a flower bud just beginning to bloom, have faded away like sand paintings swept away by the wind.

The unforgettable bond of life and death, the vows that transcended life and death, the emotional impact of sharing life and death that was branded into the soul like a branding iron, all seem like flames that have been extinguished, leaving only a cold emptiness.

These were all her past experiences with her beloved, her understanding and experience of love, all of which Qing Chi discarded.

She had to do this; only by doing so could she save the man she loved.

"I will save you, even if the price is this... it means I will forget you, it means I will no longer love you!"

Yellow dust gradually appeared on Ross's body.

"Can't suppress it anymore?" His expression changed slightly.

He had fought the Earthly Fiend God for so long, but in reality, he had paid an extremely heavy price. The injuries he had been suppressing with all his might had finally erupted.

This time, however, he was powerless and could only watch as his injuries progressed, turning him into a clay figurine.

But his mind was not on himself, but on Ning Zhuo.

"impossible!"

"General Qing has already sacrificed so much, voluntarily offering up so many memories as bait."

"Why, why can't I catch the young master?!"

Ross was extremely puzzled.

This is a huge misunderstanding!

Ning Zhuo was impersonating Jiao Ma, not his true appearance, which led Luo Si to misunderstand. Qing Chi, on the other hand, kept mistaking him for someone else.

How could she possibly hook Ning Zhuo with her memories and feelings for Jiao Ma?

"Damn it, we've already dragged this out for so long. If this continues, even if we manage to get the young master ashore, he'll lose all his memories and become a blank slate."

Thinking of this, Luo Si shouted, "Young Master! Why not voluntarily discard your memories, lighten your burden, and then have General Qing carry you ashore!"

When a cultivator's divine sense falls into a tributary, it will be washed away and submerged, but their voice will not.

Ning Zhuo was immersed in the river water, his ears twitching slightly, and he vaguely heard Luo Si's shouts.

"Let me forget willingly?"

"no no……"

"Nothing can be forgotten. If I forget these things, will I still be myself?"

The River of Oblivion sought to wash away his memories and emotions, while the Buddha's Heart Demon Seal suppressed his soul, resisting the immense power of the River of Oblivion.

Memories and emotions were stirred up and surfaced one by one, more vivid than ever before.

I'd rather be clumsy than content.

"In the Fire Persimmon Mountain, the Lava Immortal Palace's plan to seize the area is only halfway done."

Ning Zhuo was filled with resentment.

"The enemy who caused the deaths of my parents has not yet been found, and I still have a great grudge to avenge!"

Ning Zhuo was filled with fear.

"If I forget the memories of my time with my mother, how can she be brought back to life? In this world, I am all she has left."

Ning Zhuo lingered, reluctant to leave.

He thought of Sun Lingtong, who had fought alongside his boss countless times.

He thought of Linghu Jiu, the flower of friendship blooming in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines.

He thought of Mulan, his nominal wife. He still had unclaimed rewards for his merits in the two kingdoms.

He thought of the campaign against Qianfenglin, how magnificent and awe-inspiring that iron torrent swept across the plains.

He imagined wearing the Azure Iron Armor, speeding through the sky with Sun Lingtong like the wind, and competing with the Golden Eagle—how exhilarating and invigorating that would be.

He thought of Zhu Xuanji, Ning Jiufan, Lin Shanshan, the Five Elements God, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the Qingjiao Army.

When he thought of Qing Chi, finally, his deepest and most hidden emotions surged forth, no longer concealed, and were revealed.

Ning Zhuo...I'm ashamed!
"I am not truly scorched and numb; this is merely a coincidence, or perhaps the workings of fate in the mortal realm."

"Qingchi... I shouldn't have lied to her. But I just haven't found the right time to confess to her!"

"And, Mother..."

Meng Yaoyin.

When Ning Zhuo saw the giant paper figure at the south gate of the White Paper Immortal City, which resembled his mother, and when he heard the praise for Meng Yaoyin from the city lord of the White Paper Immortal City, Wen Ruanyu, and others, and heard about the benevolent deeds his mother had done, Ning Zhuo felt ashamed.

“I am my mother’s child, but I am not like her. I do good deeds and acts of kindness. Even though I have been away from the White Paper Immortal City for many years, there are still people who sing her praises and even sculpt statues for her.”

"But……"

"But I'm just a thief, a petty thief."

What kind of existence was his mother to him?

It is countless gentle caresses, tender encouragement, heartfelt expectations, dying wishes, and even if it becomes a mechanism, it will do its best to protect until the spirit is extinguished.

"I want to save my mother, even if her soul no longer exists in this world."

"I want to trace the traces she left in this world."

"I have an overwhelming desire to understand her, to know more about her."

"What kind of person is my mother?"

When Ning Zhuo arrived at the White Paper Immortal City, he obtained the first answer to this question.

Meng Yaoyin is like that towering paper statue, a monument to the White Paper Immortal City. Without her help, the White Paper Immortal City might have collapsed long ago. The unity between the ghost race and the human race is also due to her teachings.

In order to completely eradicate the crisis in the White Paper Immortal City, she cooperated with the Gray Bone Elder to unearth the power of the Mysterious Scholar, and laid out plans for decades to meet the changes in the mortal world, becoming the true savior.

"Without a doubt, my mother is a hero!"

"The son of a hero, yet a thief? Or perhaps a petty thief?"

The expectant gazes of Li Leifeng and Zhu Xuanji reappear before my eyes.

Ning Zhuo is no longer the reserved young man he once was.

At the foot of Fire Persimmon Mountain, in the orchards, the fire persimmons, drawing on magma and geothermal heat, grow silently, waiting only for the moment they ripen and fall to the ground to explode.

Ning Zhuo has already left the fiery persimmon mountain in his heart.

He was no longer the fiery persimmon that had endured for years, only seeking a moment of self-destruction.

He came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, where he faced criticism, doubt, and praise under the watchful eyes of the public, and eventually became a divine seed of the Five Elements.

He participated in the war between the two states, and his military magnanimity allowed him to grow stronger, sweeping away narrow-mindedness and filling the world with grandeur and courage.

He came to the damp, dark swamp, looked up at the colossal statue of his mother, and gladly accepted the arrangement of his mother and the heavens of the mortal world.

He wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, to emulate his parents' behavior from the deepest impulses in a child's heart.

"The son of a hero should no longer be a petty thief!" He was filled with shame, and the plan to become his savior was presented to him at this moment.

Like a ray of sunlight shining on a seed buried underground at the most opportune time.

This is an opportunity.

Is it a gift of fate, an arrangement by his mother, a way for Ning Zhuo to confront his shame head-on, or a redemption that will allow him to stand tall and bask in the sunlight with dignity from now on?

He has already left that fiery persimmon mountain!
He possessed the wisdom of the Five Elements, the courage of a noble spirit, the yearning for light, the compassion for the tragic, and the remembrance of the virtuous and capable.

Like a seed sprouting, pushing out its tenderest shoot to chase the sunlight.

Thus, Ning Zhuo plunged headlong into the vortex without hesitation!

He cleverly identified the traitor and racked his brains to make the most correct choices possible; a slight misstep could have led to a completely different outcome.

He survived near-death experiences and many setbacks, exerting all his strength to find the smallest chance in the most difficult circumstances.

He finally ascended the altar and obtained the Heavenly Demon Skull!
He was swept away by a tributary of the River of Oblivion and found himself in dire straits. Lord of the River of Oblivion!

It's not an existence that's so easy to deal with.

He is the ruler of a country, a god-level being, the ruler of the River of Oblivion, and a genius who has planned for a hundred years to achieve his Dao!

Even though he was plotted against, besieged from all sides, and unable to attend to everything, he was still able to hold on until the very end, relying on his strategy, his combat strength, and his will.

They pushed themselves to the limit and gave it their all.

Even the old lair of the Forgotten River Immortal City has been destroyed by fire, and the Di Sha Turbid Spirit Division has also collapsed...

lost heavily.

But thanks to his final scheme, Lord Wangchuan was still able to put Ning Zhuo to death!

He wasn't the only one who suffered heavy losses.
The Silent Ghost Monk, the Painted Skin Rakshasa, the Ghost Fire Lord Yin Jiuzhu... and Luo Si, whose entire body was covered in yellow earth, was rapidly transforming into a clay figure.

He was unable to move.

Qingchi knelt down, gripping the fishing rod tightly with both hands, turning all his memories and emotions about himself and Jiao Ma into bait.

Her heart felt like it was bleeding, and she had to make the cruelest decision for herself.

"Forget about the memories for now, and do everything you can to preserve my feelings for Xiaoma!"

"Even if... I completely forget Xiao Ma, this strong feeling will keep me going until I save him!!"

With tears blurring his vision, Qing Chi gazed at Ning Zhuo, who had sunk to the bottom, and cried out in sorrow.

"Little Ma, Little Ma..."

"come back quickly."

"Let go of those useless memories and emotions, even ours..."

"As long as you're alive, everything is fine. Even if you forget me."

Lord Wangchuan, though far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan, had witnessed everything.

His eyes were fixed on Ning Zhuo in the tributary, while he did his best to manipulate the Nether Dragon Scissors.

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes as he gained a new understanding: "You're too persistent, kid, and too shallow. Do you think the heavens of the mortal realm sent you here just to deal with me?"

"No, He is also arranging things for you!"

"The River of Oblivion is the River of Cleansing Sins. It uses my hand to soak you, wash away your sins, and allow you to turn over a new leaf and gain a different life."

Ning Zhuo is still doing his best to resist the erosion of the River of Oblivion.

"Qingchi, Luo Si..."

He could hear Ross's cries and Qingchi's sobs, but he stubbornly refused to let up even for a moment.

Ning Zhuo had not truly refined the Buddha Heart Demon Seal; he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, far from qualified.

He could only do his best to support and utilize the power of the magic weapon, but he couldn't control it at will.

He was very worried that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the collapse would spread from one point to the whole system.

Another point……

"Does becoming a hero necessarily mean forgetting the past?"

"Leaving aside the question of whether forgetting something equates to cleansing one's sins and granting them the right to start anew..."

Even if that's the case, I won't do it!

Even if I were a thief, I would still be myself.

That's my way of survival.

That's the way I came from.

I will never deny my past, no matter how humble, ugly, dark, or unbearable it may be.

"I, the Buddha's Heart and the Demon's Seal, persevere!" Ning Zhuo's will was firm and unwavering.

If this were the main stream of the River of Oblivion, he would have already taken other measures. But this is a tributary, and without the supervision and replenishment of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, it is a source without roots.

Even the tributaries of the River of Oblivion will be consumed.

It had already expended considerable energy fighting against the ice coffin within its body. Now, in its attempt to cleanse Ning Zhuo, it was also being worn down by the power of the Buddha Heart Demon Seal.

"I'd rather wear you down!" Ning Zhuo declared with high spirits.

He wanted to be true to his mother, but he also didn't want to forget any memories related to Sun Lingtong.

Just then, his sinking momentum came to an abrupt halt, and he was pulled up by the fishing hook, his entire body rising slightly upwards.

"Huh?!" In an instant, the expression of the Lord of the River of Oblivion changed drastically.

Ross was overjoyed: "The fishing technique is finally working!"

Qingchi's face no longer showed only pain and sorrow, but also a hint of joy: "All the sacrifices were worthwhile."

It turns out that the memories she gave up have reached the most recent point in time.

The memories of the defense of the White Paper Immortal City were shared by her and Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).

These memories apply to Ning Zhuo himself.

Qingchi's joy vanished instantly, and a mist of confusion welled up in the depths of his eyes.

Where...am I?

"What am I doing?"

"Why should I save him? Why would I save him?"

Even though she lost all her memories, the emotions she deliberately preserved were abundant and intense.

Save him! You must save him, even if it costs you your life!

Qing Chi forcefully raised his arm and slowly pulled Ning Zhuo up.

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

"Don't even think about succeeding!!!" Lord Wangchuan roared, his face contorted with rage and extreme tension, no longer displaying the composure of a ruler.

Ning Zhuo held the skull of the Heavenly Demon in his hand. If he were rescued because of this, the century-long plan of the Lord of Wangchuan would be completely ruined.

Lord Wangchuan will never stand idly by and watch this happen!
For a moment, he exerted all his strength to activate the Nether Dragon Scissors.

His beaded string was completely broken, but the ice coffin in the tributary of the River of Oblivion was now only a thin layer.

The Lord of the River of Oblivion's previous hard work has finally paid off.

The Nether Dragon Scissors inside the ice coffin were already stirring restlessly, projecting their power out of the coffin.

If the Lord of Wangchuan were here in his true form, he would surely be able to easily retrieve this national treasure and thus behead Ning Zhuo and the other petty thieves in one fell swoop!
But the Lord of Wangchuan is currently far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan. Even the troops he dispatched immediately to the altar battlefield have not yet arrived.

He could only use the Heaven-Connecting Earth Formation to transmit his divine sense and magical power, remotely triggering the Nether Dragon Scissors.

The grand formation connecting heaven and earth was severely damaged, but its core remained intact. The altar battlefield was the core, allowing the influence of the Lord of the River of Oblivion to be transmitted.

The Nether Dragon Scissors shuddered violently, emitting a ghostly light, and crashed into Ning Zhuo, who was drowning in the tributary, while pushing against the surrounding layer of ice coffins.

"Oh no!" Rose exclaimed inwardly.

His entire body was covered in thick clay, leaving only a few remnants of his original features on his face.

Ning Zhuo did not see the Nether Dragon Scissors attacking.

He had his back to the ice coffin.

In the waters of the River of Oblivion, divine consciousness has no effect and cannot leave the body to cover it; to be precise, it will be washed away immediately.

Ning Zhuo was fully committed to supporting the Buddha Heart Demon Seal and had no time to spare for anything else. He was powerless to even control the lives of people on the brink of death or to send a single word or two of information to Qing Chi.

At this moment, he was reduced to a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.

(End of this chapter)