Offering my divine power to break my karma

"Go kill them!"

"Save your younger self, go kill them."

"Kill them, kill them!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A voice like a devil's whisper sounded in Zero's ears, tempting Zero to kill the group of researchers who took the baby girl away.

Zero stood there indifferently, without any reaction to the demonic whisper.

"Are you going to watch your childhood self being taken away again? Kill them! Kill them! They deserve to die!"

"Go kill them! Go now!"

Listening to the incessant whispers of the devil in his ears, Zero found it somewhat amusing.

Seeing this voice trying so hard to persuade him to kill, Zero spoke.

“I don’t have any demons.”

The devil paused in his whisper, and continued to bewitch after a long while.

"Go kill them! They deserve to die!"

"Damn it, I've already killed them all."

Zero calm statement of facts.

The devil's whisper seemed to be a little stuck this time.

Zero delivers the final blow.

"Besides, they are just a bunch of beasts. They are not qualified to be my inner demons."

The devil whispered: "..."

The chatter in his ears disappeared and Zero curled his lips.

He withdrew his gaze from the girl and the group of researchers and turned to look at the pale girl beside him.

In Zero's memory, after the ray of Nanming Lihuo penetrated into his forehead, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already in the body of Murong Ling in the world of immortal cultivation.

So, what happened after that?

Zero looked forward curiously.

The next second, the surrounding flames, along with the eggshells that fell on the ground, turned into streams of light and penetrated into the girl's body.

The girl's frown gradually relaxed, the pain in her body slowly disappeared, and the girl completely relaxed.

Even his pale face slowly turned rosy.

Finally, the girl turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot.

Looking quietly at the direction where the girl disappeared, although it was an illusion, Zero still felt the power of time and space at that moment.

"So this is ah……"

Zero said in an ambiguous tone.

He withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at the surrounding mountains again.

Without the flames blocking his vision, Zero could tell at a glance that the shape of the mountain range resembled a giant bird.

"Who are you? Suzaku?"

"Who am I then?"

Zero seemed to be talking to himself.

I thought it was just an illusion and no one would answer me.

As a result, the next second, an ethereal voice sounded in Zero's ears.

"I am Suzaku. You can call me mother."

Mother?

Hearing this title, Ling couldn't help but think of those mothers who were worried about their children's studies:

There are mothers who plan carefully for their children's future, and there are mothers who sacrifice themselves for their children.

Of course, there are also mothers who sacrifice their children for themselves.

"What is the meaning of my existence? To find a glimmer of hope for this dying world?"

Zero did not call Suzaku mother, but asked in a calm tone.

Suzaku was silent for a long time before the ethereal voice sounded again.

"You're just yourself."

"You exist for whatever you think you exist for."

"You can do it for the China you love, for the world, or just for yourself."

"Remember, kid, you are only yourself."

Hearing this answer, Zero fell silent.

For some reason, my heart, which had always been calm, suddenly felt filled with grievances.

Zero didn't know what he was feeling wronged about.

Feeling wronged about your childhood?

Are you willing to endure the pain you've endured?

Feeling wronged for dying young?

Or, are you willing to leave your hometown and endure the injustice?

"I am just myself..."

Zero muttered.

But can I just be myself? Do I have the qualifications to just be myself?

Looking at the endless mountains ahead, Zero felt confused for the first time.

Can I really just be myself?

Just as Zero fell into confusion, the things around him began to slowly become illusory, and everything in front of him began to slowly turn into nothingness.

Ling raised his eyes and looked at the endless mountains in front of him.

"...Are you leaving?"

Zero asked in a low voice.

"Kid, remember, you are only yourself."

The ethereal sound, like the mountains before its eyes, gradually faded away and finally disappeared.

Ling opened his mouth, but ultimately did not call out the word "mother".

……

The illusion was broken and Zero returned to reality.

"The God Clan Hou Yi is indeed extraordinary."

An old voice sounded in his ears. Zero opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

The fog around him dissipated, revealing the scene ahead.

On a huge black stone engraved with formations, a white-haired, hunchbacked old man sat cross-legged on it, looking at Ling with a calm face.

And the jade slip of communication from Venerable Xuanji was floating beside the old man.

Meeting the old man's peaceful eyes, Zero's complicated mood slowly calmed down.

Zero took a step forward and bowed respectfully towards the old man.

"I am the 58th generation disciple of Qingyun Sect, Ling, and I am here to meet Venerable Xuanji."

Venerable Xuanji looked at the girl in front of him, unable to hide his admiration.

"You are calm, strong-willed, and able to distinguish between good and evil. You are quite good, kid."

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

Ling respectfully and calmly accepted the compliment from Master Xuanji.

"Child, what you saw was just a hint of my obsession. Now my time is running out. Are you willing to inherit my legacy?"

When Ling heard that Master Xuanji wanted to inherit his mantle, he was not surprised at all.

The long-deceased Venerable Xuanji went to great lengths to create such an illusion just to test Zero's character. His purpose is self-evident.

Venerable Xuanji is the most outstanding formation master in the history of the immortal cultivation world. If Ling can inherit his mantle, it will naturally be of great benefit to him.

Can……

Ling thought about it, then bowed to Master Xuanji and asked:

"I wonder if you just want me to inherit your legacy, or if you want to carry it forward?"

Hearing Ling's question, Master Xuanji raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"If I only need you to pass on the legacy, what will you do? If I need you to carry it forward, what will you do?"

Ling looked into the sharp gaze of Master Xuanji and answered seriously:

"If you only need me to inherit your legacy, I will study hard and find a child with talent in formation to be my disciple in the future, and pass on my legacy to him."

"And if the seniors need the juniors to carry forward your legacy,"

Having said this, Ling paused for a moment before continuing:

"Then I will copy down two copies of your inheritance. One copy will be given to the leader of Qingyun Sect for my disciples to learn from, and the other will be returned to Tianji Sect."

Hearing Ling's words, Master Xuanji's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously:

"Child, are you really willing to return my legacy to my Tianji Sect?"