Chapter 830 - 323: Only Death Awaits
Jiang Sha’s gaze was profound, like a vortex,
"Now?"
An An looked at Jiang Sha, feeling that she was completely unfamiliar at this moment, not at all like the gentle and reliable elder she knew before,
"Sister Jiang, you...what happened between you and Fan Wubing? Is all of this related to you?"
Jiang Sha softly said,
"Xiaonu has grown up."
"What do you mean grown up!" An An said frantically, "Can’t you just tell me what happened! Why are you always like this, treating others like fools! Every time! Every time! Every time he’s around you, Fan Wubing becomes like a different person."
An An gradually realized that perhaps this was another carefully woven drama by Jiang Sha.
Liu Qingqing said sternly,
"Xiaonu, do not speak to the Hall Master like that."
An An knelt beside them, saying lowly,
"You all treat me like a child. You refuse to tell me anything...all I can do is feel anxious alone, doing nothing. If this is all, then why help me in the first place!"
Jiang Sha leaned down, cradling her face, asking,
"An An, you...you really like him, don’t you?"
An An gazed into her eyes. In those pitch-black pupils, a storm brewed, occasionally swept by a faint glimmer. Spellbound, An An said,
"I...have only him. I...can only rely on him."
Jiang Sha asked,
"How much are you willing to sacrifice for him?"
An An answered without hesitation,
"Everything."
"Including your life?"
An An shouted,
"I’m willing to die for him!"
Jiang Sha laughed,
"An An’s love is truly heavy."
"He saved me."
She gently placed her right index finger on An An’s forehead, whispering as if lulling her to sleep,
"An An...if this is everything, can you accept it?"
A flood of information-laden divine thoughts surged into An An’s soul. Her gaze swiftly turned dull, then gradually cleared up. Soon, she knew everything, Jiang Sha’s story, and the endpoint Fan Wubing faced and was destined to reach.
So, it turned out to be like this.
That’s why he would kill one Demon Lord after another.
An An looked at Jiang Sha and asked,
"Am I a pitiful child?"
Jiang Sha replied,
"That question only you can answer."
An An said resolutely,
"I am willing!"
Jiang Sha gently embraced her,
"Good child, truly a good child."
An An had always been working hard to become confident and brave. And now, she had even reached the point where she could bravely face death.
She felt Jiang Sha’s power invade her flesh, breaking down her life, seizing her Demon Dao.
She offered no resistance, showing a dazed expression like enjoying a sunset,
"Will he be sad for me?"
Jiang Sha replied,
"He will."
"Then tell him not to be sad. If there’s a next life, I will struggle to remember everything and come to find him."
"Okay."
Beside them, Liu Qingqing closed her eyes, trembling.
Why do people always say that once you fall into the Demon Dao, there is no turning back?
Because when someone becomes a Demon Cultivator, their flesh, their soul, their cultivation...everything they possess will be assimilated by the Demon Dao. At this point, they are no longer someone who has practiced demon techniques, but have become part of the Demon Dao.
Especially the Demon Lord.
It’s not that the Demon Lord controls the Demon Dao, but that the Demon Dao turns into the Demon Lord.
Hence,
Only by killing the Demon Lord can one obtain its Demon Dao.
Jiang Sha, at the time when Fan Wubing trusted her the most, deceived him.
...
"Cough cough——"
Fan Wubing staggered along the street, taking a few steps before coughing violently.
Each cough sent out a large amount of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
For Luo Qingyao, his life essence, vast as the cosmos and starry sky, suddenly fell to the lowest point, then surged to the highest.
"Fate truly is difficult to defy." Fan Wubing forced a smile, "But fortunately, I succeeded."
He was eager to see Jiang Sha, to tell her this funny story, then to thank her.
If it weren’t for Jiang Sha intervening, helping Pei Weiyi lift the effects of the Enchanting Demon Dao, he might never have known Pei Weiyi’s true intentions and would have completely killed her.
But now is not the time to meet her.
Fan Wubing stretched his neck, looked up at the sky, sensing the extreme Cosmic Dao’s lock on this space.
In his mind, the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes and the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device operated together.
He immediately located Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao.
At the same time, the ’Eternal Eye’ of the Aspirations was slowly working, just like peering into Jiang Sha’s Death Dao and the master’s Reincarnation Dao, presently observing this invisibly yet particularly intense Cosmic Dao.
Enduring the intense pain of his flesh constantly crumbling and reforming, Fan Wubing’s figure flickered, disappearing from where he stood.
In the next moment, he appeared in a crevice of this space.
Only here had not been sealed by the Cosmic Dao.
Clad in coarse cloth, looking like an old farmer in the field, Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao was present.
The Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao calmly gazed at him,
"Is this your true identity? The renowned...Blood Demon Lord."
Fan Wubing wiped the blood off his face,
"Identity...identity...identity...you all always care a lot about this. As if saying that people of certain identities should do certain things. Actively binding oneself with shackles and chains, does that make you feel joy?"
The Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao replied,
"An individual with a sense of self will consciously limit their actions because they understand that they do not exist alone, and everything they do will affect different people in various ways. Identity is the best self-awareness."