Chapter 98 ·Even in Death, the Demon Heart Does Not Regret

Time ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍flowed like water—another three years passed.

Gu ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yan was four hundred and nineteen years old, still at Tribulation Crossing Ninth Layer.

Inside ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the cave dwelling on Longevity Peak, he sat cross-legged, his aura dense to the extreme.

Just ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍one step away—he would be at the Human Immortal Realm.

But ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍he was not in a hurry.

There ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was still one year left before he could draw a new entry.

It was only a year—waiting posed no issue.

Gu Yan withdrew his thoughts, his gaze falling upon the Haotian Mirror before him.

He was currently deducing the subsequent realms of the Primordial Unity One Qi Dao Scripture.

This technique, which even mortals could cultivate, originally could only reach the Transformation Spirit Realm.

But after several years of deduction by the Haotian Mirror, it had now been extended to the Great Ascension Realm.

Above Transformation Spirit was Void Refinement.

What was Void Refinement?

Those who refined the void refined illusion and perceived truth.

From Qi Refining to Transformation Spirit, cultivators cultivated the tangible.

Tangible spiritual power—also called mana—tangible flesh, and tangible soul.

But upon reaching the Void Refinement Realm, what they cultivated became the intangible.

This “intangible” referred to the void, nothingness, illusion.

What Void Refinement cultivators needed to do was merge themselves with the power of the void between heaven and earth, draw energy from the void, and use the void to contain themselves.

This step was a true great barrier.

Once crossed, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Void Refinement cultivators, from that point on, theoretically possessed limitless lifespan.

As long as they withstood the lightning tribulation encountered during breakthrough, and the increasingly powerful grand heavenly tribulation every three thousand years, lifespan was no longer a concern.

Survive once—live three thousand years.

If one continued surviving, in theory, one could live forever.

Of course, in reality, very few could achieve this.

The grand heavenly tribulation became harsher each time; those who could survive three to five times were already extremely rare.

But regardless, the Void Refinement Realm was truly a realm that transcended the category of mortals.

No matter how powerful Transformation Spirit cultivators were, there would come a day when their lifespan was exhausted.

But Void Refinement cultivators, as long as the heavenly tribulation did not destroy them, could continue living indefinitely.

This was Void Refinement.

Above Void Refinement was Fusion.

Fusion—where soul and body merged as one, and merged with the laws of heaven and earth.

At this stage, the cultivator themselves became a small world. With every gesture, they could invoke the laws of heaven and earth.

Above that was Great Ascension.

Those in Great Ascension only awaited tribulation crossing and ascension.

These three realms had all been fully deduced by the Haotian Mirror.

It sounded simple, but Gu Yan knew the profundity within was far beyond that.

The most heaven-defying aspect of this technique was not how high it could be cultivated.

It was that mortals could cultivate it.

That was the key.

If one ignored the limitation of spiritual roots, with Gu Yan’s perspective from cultivating the Primordial Limitless Grand Five Elements Primordial Chaos Creation True Scripture,

and with the aid of the supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure Haotian Mirror,

it would not be impossible to deduce a technique that could reach at least the Immortal King Realm.

But what use would that be?

Without spiritual roots, it still could not be cultivated.

But the Primordial Unity One Qi Dao Scripture was different.

It truly did not depend on aptitude—only on one’s Dao heart.

As long as one had a heart toward the Dao, one could begin.

That was its greatest value.

Gu Yan waved his hand, and several jade slips flew out.

Moments later, several auras received the jade slips.

Senior Sister Lin Wei.

Elder Chen.

Sect Master Daoist Xuanchen.

Supreme Elder Yunchenzi.

All were core figures of the Taiyi Dao Sect.

After doing this, Gu Yan withdrew his gaze and suddenly thought of something.

With a movement of his mind, he calculated with his fingers.

Feng Jiuge?

That boy seemed to have a tribulation recently.

Gu Yan’s brows lifted slightly.

Back then, although Feng Jiuge had been accepted by the Evil Body Nether Soul, Nether Soul’s disciple was naturally also his disciple.

If his own disciple was in trouble, he could not ignore it.

With a wave of his hand, the image within the Haotian Mirror shifted.

Moments later, the scene within the mirror gradually became clear.

……

Spirit Realm, Central Lands.

It was dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire world crimson.

That red was so dense it seemed impossible to dissolve—like a sky full of spilled blood, or like burning karmic flames.

Among the mountains, countless cultivators stood in the air.

Some stood on flying swords, some atop treasure towers, some sat cross-legged on lotus platforms, others were surrounded by various magic treasures.

Densely packed—at least a thousand people.

And among them, the weakest were at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The strongest even emitted the aura of the Void Refinement Realm.

They formed a great circle, and at the center stood a battered figure.

Feng Jiuge.

At this moment, he no longer had even a trace of his former spirited demeanor.

His robes were tattered, his entire body covered in blood, his hair disheveled over his shoulders.

That supreme-grade magic treasure, the Lesser Zhou Heaven Star Ring, once radiant with starlight, was now dim, its surface covered in cracks—on the verge of destruction.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with a broken sword, gasping heavily.

There was no escape.

“Little demon!” the leading Void Refinement cultivator spoke coldly.

“Do not attempt to resist. You have committed countless killings, your hands stained with blood. Today will be your death!”

As his voice fell, a female cultivator stepped out from the crowd.

Early-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. Her appearance was not bad, but her face was filled with hatred, her eyes brimming with venom.

“Feng Jiuge!” she gritted her teeth.

“You damned little demon! Back then, while I was in seclusion cultivating and my cultivation unstable, you took my chastity and slaughtered all the disciples of my sect! From that moment on, I have wished to eat your flesh and drink your blood!”

“Today, I will make you wish you were dead!”

Feng Jiuge: “……”

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end only let out a cold laugh.

Slander.

Pure slander.

Feng Jiuge had killed countless people, but he never denied it.

Every person he killed, he remembered why.

But this female cultivator?

He had never seen her.

Let alone done anything like taking her chastity.

But he disdained to explain.

Explain what?

Would explanation be useful?

These people had long already convicted him in their hearts.

Whatever he said would only be seen as sophistry.

Since that was the case, why waste words?

Feng Jiuge supported himself with the broken sword and slowly stood up.

He looked around at the gazes—some indifferent, some hateful, some mocking—and suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

“Killing those who deserve to be killed makes one a demon?”

“Punishing those who deserve punishment makes one evil?”

His laughter gradually ceased, his gaze turning cold as frost.

“If that is the case—”

“Then I, Feng Jiuge, am a demon!”

“I am evil!”

“In this life, I regret nothing in killing all who deserved to be killed!”

“If there is a next life—”

“I will still be evil!”

“Even in death, my demon heart will not regret!”

As his words fell, the surroundings became silent.

The Void Refinement cultivator frowned. “Demon, at death’s door and still unrepentant! You deserve death!”

He raised his hand, about to give the order to attack.

But at that very instant, the sky suddenly split open!

A massive crack spread down from the depths of the firmament.

Within the crack, thunderclouds churned.

Purple-black lightning surged within the clouds, exuding a terrifying aura capable of destroying everything.

All the cultivators were stunned.

What… was happening?

Before they could react, the lightning moved.

Bolts of lightning descended from the crack, precisely locking onto every single person.

Boom!!!

Over a thousand bolts of lightning struck simultaneously.

There were no screams.

No struggle.

No one even had time to react.

Those cultivators—lowest at Nascent Soul, highest at Void Refinement—were reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.

The world fell into dead silence.

The female cultivator stood there blankly, her entire body trembling.

She had also been struck by lightning.

But she had not died.

Her body was charred black, utterly miserable.

She did not understand what had happened.

Why had everyone died, while she alone remained alive?

Feng Jiuge was also stunned.

He raised his head to look at the slowly closing crack in the sky, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

“Disciple, how to deal with this woman is up to you.”

The voice was calm and indifferent.

Feng Jiuge’s body trembled.

This voice… sounded very similar to his master, Nether Soul.

But it also seemed somewhat different.

Yet the other party called him disciple.

Could it be… truly his master?

It must be his master!

Who else would save him at such a moment? Who else could save him with such methods?

Feng Jiuge immediately knelt, deeply bowing toward the sky:

“Disciple Feng Jiuge thanks Master for saving my life! Master’s great kindness, I will never forget!”

There was no response.

The crack in the sky completely closed, as if nothing had happened.

But Feng Jiuge knew—his master had heard him.

In the distance, the female cultivator finally regained her senses.

She looked at the empty sky around her, at the fellow cultivators who had vanished without a trace, her face filled with extreme terror.

Then she saw Feng Jiuge.

Saw him slowly stand up, holding that broken sword, walking toward her step by step.

“N-no… don’t…” she retreated in trembling.

“I… I was forced! They forced me to say those things! It was that Void Refinement cultivator—he said if I accused you, he would give me benefits! I had no choice, I really had no choice…”

“Please, spare me! I’m willing to do anything! I can serve you, be your cultivation furnace, I can—”

Pfft.

A flash of sword light.

Her words came to an abrupt end.

Feng Jiuge withdrew his broken sword, looking at the corpse on the ground, expressionless.

Slandering him was one thing.

But when he killed, he never regretted it.

……

Longevity Peak.

Gu Yan watched the scene within the Haotian Mirror and nodded slightly.

He was very satisfied with Feng Jiuge’s attitude.

He had long seen that the female cultivator was lying.

But how to deal with her was Feng Jiuge’s own matter.

Whether to kill or spare—entirely up to him.

Now that Feng Jiuge chose to kill, it suited his intentions perfectly.

Some things were not worth forgiving.

Some people did not deserve to live.

Gu Yan raised his hand and put away the Haotian Mirror.

One more year.

In one year, he could draw a new entry.

Thinking about it, after so many years of drawing, he had never obtained the lowest-grade gray entry.

Even the worst entry, Life Is Like a Dream · Purple, was of purple quality.

Being able to fight anyone he had seen within dreams—the effect was quite good.

He wondered what he would draw this time.

Gu Yan withdrew his thoughts and continued cultivating with closed eyes.

One year would pass quickly.

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