Chapter 828 - 322: I Am the Blood Demon Lord (Part 3)
Wu Qianqiu’s eyes widened, "Young Master, what are you saying! Isn’t this like rubbing salt into the wound!"
Tang Tang realized she misspoke and glanced at her,
"Then you do it."
"No no no no!" Wu Qianqiu quickly shook her head.
She had witnessed Fan Wubing easily killing Pei Weiyi, who could fight ten of her.
This gave her some psychological trauma.
Even a Fifth-Tier Tribulation Immortal died so easily, let alone herself, a Fourth-Tier Tribulation Immortal.
Fan Wubing smiled slightly,
"Sorry to make you worry."
Tang Tang was stunned, "He is still smiling... Fan Wubing, don’t lose your sanity. How can I explain this to Xiaoming!"
Fan Wubing squinted his eyes,
"Just now, you said, the dead cannot be resurrected?"
Tang Tang shrank her neck,
"I admit I misspoke, but you wouldn’t hold a grudge against me, would you."
"How could I..." Fan Wubing laughed again.
Wu Qianqiu thought it wasn’t good, finished! This guy was really provoked, gone mad!
Fan Wubing calmly said,
"Life and death are the most inescapable destiny for humans. Yet haven’t I always been fighting against destiny?"
With that, he simultaneously activated the Dao of Life, Death, and Reincarnation, forcibly reversing Pei Weiyi’s life and death.
Previously, he had reversed this once for his master, Yushan Daoist.
At that time, he felt a warning from the Destiny Dao...
Roughly saying, do not make this a habit.
"I don’t want to atone for sins with regret and pain..."
The three Dao converged, reversing life and death.
Pei Weiyi’s divine soul scattered between heaven and earth, and the Dao were strongly pulled back together in her body along the original path.
This undoubtedly violated the Destiny Dao, an even more terrifying matter than defying the Heavenly Dao.
In an instant,
Fan Wubing’s head exploded into pieces, and the blood mist dyed Changning City’s night red.
Wu Qianqiu and Tang Tang were dumbfounded by the sudden occurrence.
Yet in the next moment, Fan Wubing’s exploded head grew back again. He felt a power he completely couldn’t resist, didn’t even have the qualification to touch and perceive, brutally invading his fleshly body, in the Purple Mansion, on the Dao Platform, intending to thoroughly suppress him.
The Destiny Dao remained merciful, as if saying, just stop now, and you’ll be spared.
"No!" Fan Wubing’s voice resonated loudly, "This isn’t mercy... It’s because I still have an unfinished mission, I’m still part of the fate’s cage... Hence, the Destiny Dao repeatedly gives me chances."
This wasn’t his first time violating the Destiny Dao.
He extended Liu Qingqing’s lifespan, bore Gu Lan’s Dao backlash...
Others would have long been erased by the Destiny Dao.
Therefore, the Destiny Dao is that terrifying yet fascinating.
However, resurrecting the dead is absolutely an unbreachable limit, a matter that would collapse the Heaven and Earth Laws, the natural orders, altering destiny.
Just like how the Celestial Snake would repair altered times, the Destiny Dao would repair altered destinies.
Fan Wubing’s gaze was brightly lit.
He understood, he finally understood!
But precisely because he understood, he would absolutely never let go!
He must bring Pei Weiyi back!
He must defy destiny!
But, how to defy?
The ethereal, untouchable Destiny Dao cannot be sensed, let alone opposed?
At this moment, a word suddenly flashed in his mind, or rather, an identity—
Blood Demon Lord.
"Right, I am the Blood Demon Lord mastering the Blood Demon Dao! What is Blood Demon Dao? It’s the Dao of defying destiny, that’s Blood Demon Dao! Because it’s destined to be a path stained with blood!"
Fan Wubing converged all his cultivation, divine soul, and Dao,
to activate the Blood Demon Dao.
The wheel of destiny began to shift.
In brief moments, he felt himself killed innumerable times, experiencing countless pains of death.
Yet each time, Blood Demon Dao pulled him back.
Specters named "Celestial Demon" incessantly flashed through his mind.
He felt himself getting closer to the legendary Celestial Demon.
He could no longer turn back on this path!
This,
is the cost of defying destiny!
"Hmm~"
Pei Weiyi’s soft moan made Fan Wubing return to his senses.
He cautiously sensed.
The body was flawless, the divine soul intact, and the Dao were complete.
Pei Weiyi resurrected from death.
But why hadn’t she awoken?
Fan Wubing started coughing violently, spitting out pieces of his lung.
He hugged Pei Weiyi and went to Tang Tang, smiling,
"Take good care of her for me, I’ll come back later."
"Okay." Tang Tang blankly took Pei Weiyi.
Fan Wubing turned around, coughing intensely as he moved forward, quickly disappearing into the night.
"Hiss—"
Wu Qianqiu took a cold breath, collapsing to the ground, entirely drained.
Tang Tang was also shaking violently, barely able to hold the merely hundred-pound Pei Weiyi.
After a good while, she trembled as she spoke,
"Too terrifying... too terrifying..."
She completely didn’t know how to describe what had just happened to Fan Wubing.
She felt this might become her lifelong nightmare.
At the time, she saw,
Fan Wubing, a living person, within the brief span of five breaths, crushed by some unknown force, one hundred twenty-eight thousand times. With each crush, he would instantly recover, then be crushed again.
It was utterly crushing,
the entire body’s blood and flesh reduced to particles the size of incense ash.
What kind of pain was that, what kind of resilience?
Tang Tang couldn’t snap out of it for a long time, staring dazedly at the peacefully sleeping Pei Weiyi in her embrace.
After a while, Wu Qianqiu suddenly understood,
"I think I can understand why people like Pei Weiyi fall in love with him."
Tang Tang blankly asked,
"Why?"
Wu Qianqiu said,
"Being crushed one hundred twenty-eight thousand times, yet still insisting she resurrect from death, if it’s not love, what is it?"
Tang Tang lowered her head, muttering to herself,
"But why do I feel like he’s... resisting something?"