Gold Core Is A Star, You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 129: A Thousand Years at a Glance, The Reincarnation of Great Demon

Within the ancient mirror.

A man in a blood-red robe, holding a blood-colored longsword, walks in the vast desert.

The blood-colored robe flutters in the wind.

The lonely figure, seen from afar, resembles a blood-red setting sun.

A wounded girl, clutching her bloody wound, pursues the blood-colored figure without hesitation.

Everyone on the scene is somewhat moved.

"To be struck by such a ruthless and merciless sword, and still chase after him for thousands of miles, Lady Ling, you truly are... infatuated," Ling Yayi sighs.

Ning Tao's expression remains unchanged, only staring at the mirror's surface. "She is her, and I am me."

Naturally, she is unwilling to accept that the girl in the ancient mirror is her reality.

The scene shifts once again.

A girl with delicate makeup and curved eyebrows finds the blood-colored robed man again. The girl stares at him blankly and whispers softly, "Blood droplets..."

It's as if she wants to say something desperately, but she can never manage to speak it out, only able to softly call his name.

The man in the blood-colored robe looks up, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion. In his line of sight, there is no girl at all.

All he sees is air, an indistinct and illusory figure.

"All is vanity, all is forgotten."

He draws his sword once again, and the blood-red sword shadow flashes by.

This time, he seems to exert even more force with his sword, directly cutting the girl in half at the waist.

The girl's face carries an expression of disbelief, tears already streaming from her eyes. "Blood droplets..."

She can't say anything else, only able to call out softly.

Upon witnessing this scene, the people on the scene have complex expressions. Anger arises within them towards the blood-colored figure.

"This person is too heartless!"

"Heartless and unrighteous, truly a demon."

"I don't know what happened, let's continue watching."

In the eyes of the White Emperor's clone, a trace of melancholy flickers.

Is this the suffering experienced within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?

The scene continues, the blood-colored figure aimlessly wandering in this mortal world.

It seems that without the girl's restraint, he walks faster and kills more ruthlessly.

He encounters a town and kills with his sword.

He encounters a city and slaughters with his sword.

Every living being that enters his sight, he kills, kills, kills.

The people present are horrified. "This is a god of slaughter!"

"He has fallen into darkness!"

"Lady Ling, how could you be fond of such a Great Demon?"

Ning Tao looked coldly, biting his lip and saying nothing.

The blood-colored figure was like the strongest demon in the world, slaughtering all the enemies in sight.

The wind and snow were raging, and the wind was howling.

On the city wall, a general in heavy armor led tens of thousands of troops out of the city to confront the blood-colored figure.

Tens of thousands of troops bravely went to their deaths.

The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

The entire army of a nation gathered here.

The blood-colored figure, like the god of death, constantly reaped the lives of the world.

Finally, one night, the blood-colored figure in the long robe finally exhausted his strength. He tightly held his broken sword, his eyes filled with a puzzled expression: "Am I... so weak?"

The blood-colored robe was puzzled, why was he so weak?

Clearly, he remembered that he had once slaughtered three thousand cultivators of the same level without changing his expression.

Why could this army take him down?

The blood-colored figure was captured and chained with heavy chains.

The whole person was covered with layer after layer of iron chains.

The people of the entire capital came out, running and telling each other. They looked at the blood-colored figure on the prisoner's cart, dancing and laughing with joy on their faces.

Cursing and insulting him.

Rotten eggs, stones, and rotten vegetables were all thrown at the blood-colored figure.

The Grand General of the State captured the blood demon, and the blood demon was paraded for seven days before being executed by fire at the Wumen Gate.

The capital city was bustling for seven days.

All the gloom was vented on the blood-colored figure in the long robe.

After seven days, the blood-colored robe was bound to an iron pillar.

Below was a tall pile of firewood.

A woman cursed at him loudly: "Evil demon, burn him, burn him!"

"Such an evil demon should die and fall into hell, never to be reincarnated!"

As the insults reached his ears, the blood-colored figure's eyes showed some confusion: "Am I... a demon?"

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

The raging fire ignited, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

A somewhat familiar voice came: "Blood Pearl..."

A petite figure flew over the crowd below and tightly embraced the man bound by the chains. She tried hard to break free from the chains, but to no avail.

"Blood Pearl..." The girl was anxious, the fire spreading. She held onto the blood-colored robe tightly, constantly pushing his body, as if trying to wake him up.

"Who are you?" The figure of the blood-colored robe had a moment of clarity. "Who are you?"

He opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything.

He clearly felt like someone was holding onto him, but he couldn't see.

"I... " The girl wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it at all. She could only keep calling the name "Blood Pearl".

The fire continued to spread, and under the gaze of thousands of people, their faces showed joy and happiness.

The girl held onto the blood-colored robe tightly, unwilling to let go even as the fire engulfed her.

The petite and delicate girl, tightly embracing the blood-colored robe, was devoured by the fire in the icy snow.

Snow continued to fall, the fire burned brighter and brighter, until... it disappeared completely.

Ning Tao fell into silence.

Ling Yayi continued to sigh, "Such a foolish girl."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ning Tao, his expression filled with sadness.

"That demon deserved to die, but it's a pity for the girl who jumped into the fire with him," He Wu said.

"It's truly foolish," a woman sighed, "Although we are the Thirteen Demons of the Northern Devil, we should not sympathize or show affection for a demon who kills innocent people."

"Palace Master of the Heavenly Heart Palace, I never expected you to have such a past," someone said from the side.

To everyone present, the girl in the painting seemed foolish.

At this moment, the scene in the ancient mirror changed again.

Everyone was stunned, "It's not over yet?"

White Emperor's clone whispered, "There is reincarnation in the world, let everyone witness it."

Everyone looked on.

It was still in the icy snow.

The girl held a baby tightly, walking barefoot in the snow.

The sky was pitch black, only the snow remained white.

Countless torches spread, and there were countless shouts behind them.

"Put down the demon baby!"

"This baby is an ill omen, it must be killed!"

The girl held the baby tightly, evading the pursuit of hundreds of people.

The two of them escaped into the mountains and entered a cave.

The girl looked at the baby, a gentle smile appearing in her eyes, "Blood Pearl..."

Her fingers involuntarily touched his lips.

But who knew, the baby suddenly opened his mouth wide, and his tiny teeth bit down, staining his mouth with blood.

The girl's heart suddenly tightened, but she still held onto the baby tightly.

The people present looked coldly, "This is a true demon... he should be killed!"

The scene changed, and the former demon baby became the man in the blood-colored robe.

He was very reclusive, seemingly not interacting much with others.

He sat by the stream, staring blankly at the water every day.

Fish swam in the water, and a flash of blood appeared in his eyes.

With a stab, the fish's body was pierced.

Like red ink dripping, spreading.

A delicate girl appeared, her eyes filled with a tender expression.

The blood-colored robe turned around abruptly, "I am not Blood Pearl, I... am a demon, I am Great Demon!"

After entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, Great Demon's consciousness assimilated him.

The path he walked was the path that Great Demon had once walked.

Otherwise, if it was Qi Yuan, how could he have been captured by the army?

He was just experiencing the cycle of life and death of Great Demon.

He glanced at the place where the girl was, and his figure disappeared.

The girl anxiously chased after him.

The people on the scene were shocked when they heard this.

"He is Great Demon...!"

"Great Demon!"

Supreme in the South might not be aware of Great Demon, but Supreme in the North was well aware.

It was rumored that all the demonic calamities in the world were created by Great Demon.

The current conflict between the North and the South, the current state of the Drifting Wind World, all this tragic situation was caused by Great Demon.

This blood-colored robe turned out to be the legendary Great Demon.

Then, isn't Ning Tao... a demoness!

Everyone looked at Ning Tao with deep fear and involuntarily moved away from her.

A look of astonishment flashed in Bai Ze's eyes. He thought of something and said in a deep voice, "This is an illusion, not reality, but... he is trapped in the cycle of Great Demon."

Rather than saying that this is something that happened to him, it is more accurate to say that this is Great Demon's past!

All these events happened to Great Demon, none of them are real.

Only the canary that kept trying to awaken the blood-colored robe in the painting, for her, everything was real.

In the painting, the blood-red robe left the mountains like a devil leaving Pandora's box.

He held a long sword and continued to slaughter.

On a rainy night, he killed a whole family.

The girl appeared again, anxiously shouting, "Blood Pearl..."

The young man in the blood-colored robe had a trace of killing intent in his eyes as he said to the air, "I... am not Blood Pearl, I am Great Demon. Those who are demons must slaughter all living things. Those who are demons are hated by the heavens."

But the girl held onto the young man tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Die!" With a merciless strike, the girl's clothes were stained red, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Time passed, and the blood-colored robe, who called himself Great Demon, slaughtered all living beings with a long sword.

It seemed that this was the meaning of his life.

Ten years later, the experts from the eight major sects joined forces to suppress the Great Demon.

In the battle at Tian Duanya, the Great Demon killed half of his opponents and eventually exhausted his strength.

In the eyes of the blood-red robe, there was no fear, only a trace of doubt and endless slaughter.

At this moment, the familiar girl appeared, embracing him without any strength, and leaped into the endless molten lava below.

This world... is desolate.

In the first life, he slaughtered all living beings, captured by countless armies, and burned by fierce fire. She held him tightly, enduring the torment of being consumed by the flames.

In the second life, he engaged in endless slaughter, besieged by the eight major sects, and eventually exhausted his strength. She held him and jumped into the rolling magma.

The third life has also begun.

She locked him up, trapped in an ancient tower. She wore a plain green dress and prayed for him every day.

One day and night, he remembered again that he was the Great Demon.

He broke free and continued his endless slaughter.

In the end, he was suppressed by three thousand Buddhas in the ancient Ke Purgatory. She accompanied him and endured fifty years of burning, sword piercing, and freezing.

In the fourth life, he caused trouble in one place and was submerged in the sea. She searched the entire seabed before finally finding him and sinking with him.

Life after life.

The blood-red robe is all about killing.

He seemed to have forgotten who he was, only remembering that he was the Great Demon.

He should kill everything.

And she, always watching him, accompanying him, accompanying him in his downfall and reincarnation.

Insulted by thousands, enemies of the world, the one condemned by heaven is the Great Demon, but also the blood droplet.

She always stood by his side.

Everyone was truly moved.

Even Ning Tao was somewhat numb.

She didn't know how many swords that girl had been stabbed with.

She didn't know what kind of pain that girl had endured.

She only knew that it must have been very painful.

No matter what happened, the girl stood by him foolishly, supporting him without hesitation.

It was incomprehensible, and difficult to understand.

At this moment, Bai Ze, who had been silent all along, spoke again: "The scenes in the ancient mirror may be illusions.

Back then, our mentor entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons alone to suppress the inner demons in order to save the world... and you all entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters to awaken our mentor..."

Surprise filled the eyes of the crowd.

If... this was an illusion, it would indeed be easier to accept.

However, even if it was an illusion, the endless slaughter of several lifetimes still made it difficult for people to accept.

Even as mere spectators, they could feel the girl's pain.

Not to mention the person herself, enduring the constant slaughter of her loved ones.

What kind of pain is this again?

"Illusion?" Just then, a disdainful voice suddenly sounded, "Is this really an illusion? It clearly... is the life of the Great Demon, just replayed in an illusion."

The blood bead is obviously the real Great Demon!"

With this voice, a woman in a white robe appeared, with a charming smile on her face, full of charm.

Seeing the arrival of the person, the eyes of everyone present suddenly shrank: "Your Majesty!"

White Emperor's face also flashed a hint of doubt, then his face turned cold: "Your Majesty, don't distort the facts!"

The newcomer turned out to be a clone of Your Majesty.

"Baize, why deceive yourself?" Your Majesty smiled charmingly, "For the sake of a so-called mentor, you are unwilling to believe even your wife... Are you unwilling to even call my name?"

As Your Majesty spoke, a look of sadness appeared in his eyes: "You have never been willing to believe me.

Look at the demon woman again, even though the Great Demon slaughtered all living beings in the illusion, and often killed her, she never left and wanted to awaken him.

The only regret is that the demon woman is intentional, while the Great Demon is heartless.

Baize, can you trust me as much as the demon woman trusts the Great Demon?"

With Your Majesty's words, seven terrifying figures also descended here.

The aura of these seven figures was all that of the Great Supreme, and... not just ordinary Great Supreme.

The seven figures surrounded Baize and the thirteen demons present.

Baize looked desolate: "Yanran, why guess without reason? The Fate Stone Tablet has influenced you too much."

Your Majesty is Baize's wife, Shang Yanran.

Shang Yanran took a step forward, a powerful aura spreading.

The thirteen demons present all felt immense pressure.

Ning Tao's eyes were filled with deep fear.

This kind of strength is simply something she cannot resist.

"The Fate Stone Tablet is just a treasure, how can it affect me?" There was a hint of disdain in Shang Yanran's eyes, "Actually, whether the mentor is the Great Demon, whether she is the demon woman... continue watching... won't you have the answer?"

Baize, if the mentor is the Great Demon, if she is the demon woman, can you suppress and kill them both for the sake of the world and all living beings?

Only when the Great Demon and the demon woman are extinct can the Drifting Wind World be restored to peace!

The decision between the North and the South, the struggle for the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, can truly be quelled!"

Baize hesitated at the words.

Shang Yanran smiled in her eyes, she knew that she couldn't convince Baize now.

She was actually very curious about how the former Blood Lord managed to walk out of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... is not something that can be easily awakened by entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Whether trapped inside or not, he is still the Great Demon.

He will walk the path that the Great Demon once walked and experience everything that the Great Demon once experienced.

The seven powerhouses stood behind Your Majesty, looking coldly at everyone present.

White Emperor was surrounded and felt extremely anxious.

His clone could barely withstand Shang Yanran's clone.

But the seven powerful experts from the Northern Demon Thirteen Demons were completely unstoppable.

He didn't speak, but instead accepted Shang Yanran's suggestion and looked at the ancient mirror together.

In the picture, there was an endless cycle.

For the blood-colored robe, it was all about killing.

For the delicate young girl, it was being hurt time and time again by loved ones, ultimately dying together.

It seemed like an unsolvable cycle.

For thousands of years, only the most deeply ingrained memories would appear in the ancient mirror.

But no one could count how many swords were struck, how many deaths occurred.

What they saw was so painful.

How much remained unseen?

The Northern Demon howled, and the blood-colored robe slaughtered the entire city.

This time, he didn't kill the young girl with a single sword.

He looked at the young girl with a face like a pear blossom, his voice trembling for the first time: "I am a demon, you shouldn't follow me. I have never seen you, I don't know where you are."

Or perhaps, you don't even exist, just a figment of my imagination.

This city... is called Wugui.

Wait for me here, for a thousand years, for ten thousand years. If I can come back, I will go see you.

If I can't come back, then you should leave."

Slaughtered for endless ages.

The blood-colored robe seemed to remember something.

When he entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, he became the Great Demon.

He is the Great Demon!

The young girl looked at the blood-colored robe, her face full of reluctance, tightly holding onto his sleeve, unwilling to let go: "Blood Pearl..."

The blood-colored robe raised his sword, and the young girl stubbornly looked at him, refusing to let go.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Demons were moved by this sight. Would he swing the sword down as he did in the past?

A flash of blood-red light, blood splattered, and a severed arm was tightly held by the young girl.

The blood-colored robe cut off his own arm and disappeared into the endless desert.

The young girl held onto the severed arm tightly. She could finally speak, but it was when he truly left: "Blood Pearl... you must remember, you are not the Great Demon!"

That was her purpose for coming here.

Once he believed he was the Great Demon, then he truly couldn't be awakened.

She sat alone in the empty city.

One person, one city, waiting for one person.

Peach blossoms bloomed in the mortal world, a light boat floated through countless mountains, the spring breeze of Jiangnan was hidden in letters. When opened, even the absent lover could feel the spring in the cold winter.

Years passed, the world changed, and the young girl sat on the city wall every day, not knowing who she was waiting for.

She looked once, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...

After endless ages.

The blood-colored robe slaughtered the empty city, and he suddenly laughed softly: "I am not the Great Demon..."

When he stepped into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, he was the Great Demon.

But now, he had forgotten.

"I am not the Great Demon... then who am I..."

At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Emperor.

After stepping into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, no matter who the previous blood master was, he would become the Great Demon.

But now, the blood master in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... why did he break free?

She was puzzled, very puzzled.

Naturally, she didn't know.

Qi Yuan's awakened Origin Divine Ability was Forget.

He had forgotten that he was the Great Demon.

He broke free from the imprisonment of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

He was no longer the Great Demon.

The picture in the ancient mirror became blurry.

The blood-colored robe no longer killed, but disappeared into the mortal world.

Sometimes, he stood by the creek, murmuring to himself: "Who am I?"

Sometimes, he sat under the eaves, watching the falling rain: "What have I forgotten?"

Sometimes, he looked at the ants on the ground: "It seems like I have forgotten everything."

He was like a stone, squatting there.

Dust fell on him.

Withered leaves floated on his shoulders.

In the deep mountains, he turned into a stone.

Thousands of years, endless cycles in the mortal world.

Suddenly, a voice came to his ears: "In the desert, a city has appeared, and inside there is a woman who has been waiting for someone."

A city?

The giant stone pondered.

The stone crumbled, and a blood-red figure appeared.

Endless thoughts flashed in his eyes.

"Somebody is still waiting for me."

PS: These experiences belong to the Great Demon and the demon girl. Qi Yuan entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and experienced the cycle of the Great Demon's descent into madness, while the canary saw these scenes in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and has been trying to awaken Qi Yuan.

(End of this chapter)