Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

"Zhao...Yuan...Qing..."

The Black Wind Demon muttered.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of the sword god.

He had handsome features.

The sword is drawn three-tenths of an inch.

"You win."

"You defeated me with a sword eight years ago."

"Eight years later, you beat me again..."

"You've won my life."

Sun Wukong remained silent.

Li Yan slowly stood up.

He walked up to the Black Wind Demon.

Bow down.

Looking at this cultivator who had killed Senior Brother Zhao, slaughtered countless people, and melted down his sword to use as a weapon, he was filled with awe.

"Before he passed away, Senior Brother Zhao left behind a message."

Li Yan said:

He said that those who come after him should take his jade slip as a warning.

"The path to enlightenment is long and arduous; a righteous heart makes for a righteous sword, while an evil heart makes for an evil sword."

The Black Wind Demon raised his head and looked at Li Yan.

He suddenly laughed.

The laughter was desolate, like the autumn wind sweeping across a desolate grave.

"A righteous heart makes a righteous sword..."

"I believed that when I was young."

"And then?"

Li Yan asked.

"later?"

The Black Wind Demon gazed at the night sky.

The clouds gradually dispersed.

A ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the pale, thin face.

"Later I discovered that people with righteous hearts tend to die young."

"Only those with wicked hearts can survive."

"Only by surviving can you have a chance."

"There's a chance..."

He paused.

What are the opportunities?

Is there a chance to massacre a city and refine souls, accumulating three thousand living souls?

Is there a chance to melt down a sword and turn it into a spear, forging a weapon of death?

Having been corrupted by the calamity for eight years, he finally collapsed and knelt on this three-mile slope.

Like a stray dog?

He suddenly couldn't speak.

He thought he had won.

He outlived Zhao Yuanqing.

He survived the sword light eight years ago.

He lived to the age of three flowers gathering at the top of the head.

He thought that was winning.

It turned out not to be.

He just lost more slowly.

It will take longer to lose.

To lose even more badly.

Li Yan did not ask any further questions.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the Black Wind Demon, who was kneeling on the ground with his Dao heart shattered.

At this moment, he only needs to point a finger to annihilate this person, body and soul.

But he didn't.

He recalled the Kun position command flag from earlier.

The mysterious sensation that surged into his mind as the golden sword mark dissipated.

Since his transformation, his perception of the karmic energy has become very different from before.

In the past, he only knew how to kill evil cultivators, settle his karma, and obtain the Dharma.

Now he vaguely understands.

That's just the surface.

True destiny lies not in killing or fighting.

And in continuation.

If he were to kill the Black Wind Demon with a single sword strike at this moment, it would be nothing more than an ordinary act of eliminating evil, and he would gain dozens of strands of karmic energy.

But he didn't come seeking revenge.

After all, Zhao Yuanqing's sword intent had been waiting for eight years, not for the moment his enemy would die.

What we are waiting for is the saying, "A righteous heart leads to a righteous sword," which some people have heard and some have passed down.

What they were waiting for was the city he had risked his life to save years ago, where incense burned year after year without ceasing.

What they were waiting for was for the Black Wind Demon to kneel before the Sword God statue and personally declare that he had won.

Then he saw with his own hands that his eight years of surviving and obsession were worthless.

This is the origin of the six hundred strands of karmic energy.

Li Yan withdrew his gaze.

At this very moment, the Black Wind Demon's gates opened wide, and his Dao heart shattered into dust.

The three flowers have faded, and the clustered peak is about to collapse.

The primordial spirit is like a flickering candle; it will go out on its own without the wind blowing it.

Li Yan turned around and walked towards the old locust tree.

Behind him, Sun Wukong held his staff and looked down at the Black Wind Demon.

There was no murderous intent in the monkey's golden eyes.

There was no pity either.

It's like watching a fallen leaf.

When it's time to fall, it will fall naturally.

"You…" the Black Wind Demon hissed, "Who exactly are you?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head.

He did not answer.

He simply put away the stick and turned around.

Under the moonlight, the blue stone sword god statue looked serene.

Inside the mansion, Zhou Ming knelt before the statue, his shoulders trembling.

He still doesn't remember who Zhao Yuanqing is.

But he thought.

This person is probably a very, very good person.

This time next year.

He can also carve a wooden sword.

On the sword guard, there are still those two words.

【True Yang】

At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly spoke.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

"Your sword."

"Someone has passed it on for you."

The night breeze swept across Sanlipo.

The old locust tree rustled.

The Kun position command flag was quietly planted under the tree.

The flag is dark yellow with flowing patterns.

The golden sword mark had completely disappeared.

But it did not disappear.

The sword broke.

The sword intent remained unbroken.

People are dead.

The Way has not been extinguished.

[Witness: The Black Wind Demon opened the gates of destruction, and the Dao heart collapsed]

[Zhao Yuanqing's legacy of sword intent leads him to slay his enemy once more eight years later]

[Aura of Destiny +600 (Inheriting the Daoist Lineage)]

[Current Affinity/Dharma Energy: 1350/1280]

Li Yan's lips curled up slightly.

As expected, all his efforts were worthwhile.

While he was pondering, Sun Wukong raised his hand and casually shook his hand.

In mid-air, the Ghost-Faced Owl King, which had already flown more than thirty feet away, suddenly stopped.

The wings are stiff.

It looked down and saw a fist-shaped indentation that had appeared out of nowhere in its chest cavity.

The fist mark wasn't large.

Yet it permeated the primordial spirit that it had cultivated for six hundred years.

"Eliminate evil completely!"

The body of the Ghost-Faced Owl King fell and crashed outside Sanlipo.

The remaining demons were thrown into chaos.

Some cowered on the ground in fear, some fled in panic, and some charged forward with fierce roars.

Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, slowly walked down the slope.

step.

A demon general died with his liver and gallbladder ruptured and blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Two steps.

The three-headed demon stood frozen in place, its soul scattered by the force of the blow.

Three steps.

The remaining demons were routed and scattered in all directions.

The moon is bright and clear tonight.

Outside Sanlipo, not a single demon escaped.

No demon survived three steps of this monkey.

Li Yan remained with his eyes closed, adjusting his breathing.

I heard screams, pleas for mercy, and heavy objects falling to the ground in the wind.

I heard the sable call out.

But he didn't open his eyes.

As the saying goes, calamity may dissipate, but the root of evil is hard to eradicate.

Those who have blood on their hands should pay with their lives.

At this moment, Li Yan was in a state of high alert.

[Slay the demon corrupted by the aura of calamity, eliminate the cause of the maddening calamity, and gain +5 +5 +5 +5 to your Affinity Qi...]

【Aura of Destiny: 1550/1280】

The mirror of the mind had not yet been put away when it suddenly trembled slightly.

Li Yan didn't need to open his eyes to know that the root of the calamity at the bottom of the slope had been completely severed.

The Black Wind Demon knelt down.

When the three flowers have all fallen, the primordial spirit is like a flickering candle extinguished in the night wind.

That pale, thin face was still turned toward the handsome stone statue.

Eight years ago, he received a sword strike from Zhao Yuanqing.

Eight years later, he knelt before the statue of Zhao Yuanqing.

At the very moment his soul dissipated.

A stream of karmic energy emanated from the corpse.

Unlike the scattered bursts of energy when slaying demons before.

This path of destiny is slow and gradual.

It is because of the conclusion.

Now, the man is dead, but his name remains.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

Those three hundred strands of karmic energy, like moonlight pouring down, all sank into the mirror of the heart.

The mirror-like surface reflects the night sky.

The calamity master, the Black Wind Demon, has died, settling eight years of karma.

[Aura of Fate +350]

【Aura of Destiny: 1900/1280】

There are two paths of destiny, one is continuation, and the other is conclusion.

If he had let the monkey find the Black Wind Demon earlier and kill him with a single blow.

There won't be that six hundred.

The reason is simple: what Senior Brother Zhao left behind was never hatred.

That is the way.

If he had used a killing move to annihilate the Black Wind Demon the instant the command flag flew out.

There wouldn't be these 350.

After all, the real resolution isn't the moment your enemy dies.

"Let's go."

Sun Wukong yawned and hoisted his staff onto his shoulder.

"One of the affairs of this world has been settled."

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