Chapter 119: Am I that Ugly, Why Won't You Come See Me?

Chapter 119: Am I that Ugly, Why Won't You Come See Me?

Shang Yanran's explanation was the most reasonable and touching.

Even if the Blood Lord were to be eternally trapped in the Demon Realm, succumbing to his heart demons and transforming into a giant demon, he still retained a shred of humanity, choosing to sever his heart pulse and isolate himself from the world, sparing the world from his demonic influence.

Everyone present was deeply moved by the Blood Lord's noble act.

Their admiration for the Blood Lord reached a new level, even surpassing that of the Great Buddha.

"No!" Jin Sique stared at the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, wanting to approach it, but she couldn't take a step forward. "I don't want to sever my heart pulse like Blood Lord!"

She was once a carefree golden canary on Nine Coils Mountain.

How could she bear the separations of the mortal world? Especially when the one leaving was her childhood companion.

"Is there any way to save Blood Lord?" Jin Sique turned to Shang Yanran, her face filled with pleading, "Please, I beg you."

Shang Yanran seemed to recall something, and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, "Now that Blood Lord has severed his heart pulse and the Blood Demon has dissipated... I have one method that might save him.

But... the one we save might become the Blood Demon."

A heavy silence fell upon the group.

Bai Ze's expression was complex, and he finally spoke, "If we save him only to turn him into a terrifying Blood Demon, wouldn't that go against the wishes of our Master Teacher?

Is there no other way?"

Shang Yanran replied, "Our Master Teacher has already severed his heart pulse. The Blood Demon we save will not be a truly terrifying one, but just an ordinary heart demon."

"Save him!" The old man, Nan Gong Dagou, spoke with determination.

"Save him!" The Foolish Daoist, known for his silence, also agreed.

"Our Master Teacher taught me the Dharma, giving me life. Today, I will do something for my Master!"

Hearing these resolute words, a sad smile appeared on Shang Yanran's face.

Even if the Master Teacher they save becomes the Blood Demon, is he still their Master Teacher? In the end, they chose to save him.

"This method is recorded on the Destiny Stone Tablet. I thought I wouldn't need it, but today... I used it." Shang Yanran took out the Destiny Stone Tablet.

Although it was too late to save their Master Teacher with the Destiny Stone Tablet, she hadn't given up on using it to rescue the Blood Lord.

Among the records, there was one that stated if the Blood Lord severed his heart pulse and cut off his demonic nature, there would be a glimmer of hope for his salvation.

"Within the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, there is a door named... the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties are not in the same realm, but in a certain sense, they are interconnected.

If someone enters the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, they might be able to see the Blood Lord.

By calling out to him and transmitting true essence, it might be possible to awaken him."

This was the method recorded on the Destiny Stone Tablet half a month ago.

By entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and transmitting true essence, they could awaken the Blood Lord who had severed his heart pulse.

"I will go!" Nan Gong Dagou said.

Jin Sique's face lit up with joy as she looked at the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, thinking of Blood Lord's words. Her eyes shone with determination, "Blood Lord..."

Shang Yanran continued, "But... entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will bring upon a curse, inflicting endless suffering.

This suffering might not be as intense as being torn apart by ten thousand demons, but it's still an extraordinary pain, beyond what mortals can endure.

Not only that, after enduring the curse of ten thousand demons... one might become hideously ugly, repulsive to all.

All living beings who see them will feel disgust and a desire to kill them! Even the closest of kin and dearest friends will feel the same, wanting to slay them! Even the chaotic heart demons will feel aversion to such ugliness."

As Shang Yanran spoke, she glanced at Jin Sique.

Jin Sique was known for her love of beauty, a fact known to all present.

Entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and emerging from it would result in becoming hideously ugly.

This ugliness was a rule-based transformation, impossible to change.

"How do we enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?" Jin Sique asked, seemingly unaffected by Shang Yanran's words.

The Foolish Daoist smiled, "Just a stinky mortal body."

Nan Gong Dagou, on the other hand, sighed, "The name is unpleasant, and now I'll have to live with an ugly face. Poor me, with my handsome face."

Bai Ze also volunteered, "I'll go too."

Among the fourteen present, all except Shang Yanran, were willing to brave the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shang Yanran addressed her husband, "Husband, your cultivation is second only to mine. We need to open the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons together and send them in!"

Bai Ze's expression changed, and he finally agreed, "Alright."

Jin Sique gazed at the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Blood Lord... after I become ugly, will you still dislike me?

...

Time rewinds to a quarter of an hour ago.

Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

Qi Yuan sat on the steps, his body almost entirely demonized.

Refining the Demonic Origin into his divine ability, his soul had also completely demonized.

At this point, Qi Yuan retained a sliver of clarity.

However, he remained calm, a puzzled expression on his face, muttering to himself.

"What's my trump card?"

"Why did I enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties?"

"Why did I refine the Demonic Origin into a divine ability?"

"How strange, I can't seem to remember?"

As his body rapidly demonized, Qi Yuan maintained an air of composure.

"Oh dear, studying the Qi Yuan Scripture has made my memory worse. At this critical moment, I've forgotten my trump card and the path I intended to walk!"

Qi Yuan vaguely recalled that initially, he hadn't planned to cultivate the Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon.

Then, as if remembering something, he proceeded to cultivate it.

"No way, did I fail the game?"

If that's the case, it's too absurd.

It's like someone with a poor memory attempting to cultivate immortality, but constantly forgetting the cultivation techniques, possessing powerful talent yet unable to cultivate.

"Wait..."

Suddenly, Qi Yuan's eyes lit up with realization.

"I've remembered my path!"

He couldn't remember, yet he had realized.

The biggest issue with the Qi Yuan Scripture was that it caused mental confusion and memory lapses.

Qi Yuan had always believed that his mind was perfectly normal.

His poor memory, however, was undeniably real.

Forgetting... that was his path, his essence, and his Primordial Divine Ability.

The pain of being hurt was unbearable, so forget!

The misery of being stabbed was unacceptable, so forget!

If you forget the pain, you won't feel it anymore.

If you forget that this is a real world and treat it like a game, then... the knives that the world sends won't feel so real.

Qi Yuan had always practiced forgetting.

Forgetting was a way to escape, yet it wasn't.

Sometimes, it was best to just forget.

"In a moment of enlightenment, I understand the Dao, and I forget others as they forget me!"

This was Qi Yuan's Primordial Divine Ability.

The Great Forget Dharma!

At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

He forgot that he had entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

He forgot that he had condensed the Sin Origin into a divine ability.

He forgot that he had devoured all his heart demons and became the Blood Demon.

[You have comprehended the Primordial Energy, Great Forget Ability +99999.]



His body also changed at this moment.

Perhaps because of forgetting, nothing had happened in Qi Yuan's mind.

"Dao Ye has forgotten!"

"Hahaha!"

The body that had been demonized by heart demons dissipated at this moment, as if time had rewound back to before he entered.

The mummy's eyes revealed a look of surprise: "What are you doing? How can you... become human again? What kind of divine ability is this? Time reversal is impossible. How can you possess such a Primordial Divine Ability?"

With the mummy's knowledge, it could only attribute what it saw to a space-time divine ability.

How could a small, newly entered Five Realms cultivator comprehend such a Primordial Divine Ability? It's impossible!

"Time reversal?" Qi Yuan was astonished. "This isn't time reversal."

"Then what is this?" The mummy asked, puzzled.

"I've forgotten too. What divine ability is this?" Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

"You..." The mummy grew angry.

"Oh dear... who are you?" Qi Yuan looked at the mummy on his back. "Is there a mummy here? No, it doesn't seem like it."

"No..." For the first time, fear appeared on the mummy's face.

As Qi Yuan's thoughts wandered, he suddenly realized that his body was becoming transparent, as if dissipating in this world.

He was a heart demon, he couldn't disappear; he could only merge with other heart demons.

But now, he was truly vanishing.

"What are you...?" The mummy roared. "You've already condensed a Primordial Divine Ability. How can you condense a second one?"

He didn't understand, not at all.

The Buddha Kingdom he came from was also a vast world, filled with powerful beings.

Even the supreme Buddha disciples couldn't form two Primordial Divine Abilities.

"What? I already have a Primordial Divine Ability? I don't remember. This is my Primordial Divine Ability."

The prototype of the Great Forget Dharma formed at this moment.

"The Bodhi tree is originally non-existent, and the bright mirror is not a stand.

Originally, there is nothing, where does the dust come from?"

Qi Yuan seemed to have an idea.

"Heart demons... don't exist!"

"I... forgot about you!"

"No, you never existed in the first place!"

As Qi Yuan's thoughts changed, the mummy also became completely transparent and disappeared.

In the vast Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, countless hideous heart demons revealed looks of fear. Their bodies also gradually became transparent and eventually vanished.

In the vast Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, the Demon Realm was empty, devoid of any heart demons.

Qi Yuan sat at the top of the stairs.

"Forgetting... is the most terrifying thing in the world."

His eyes flashed with confusion and bewilderment.

He felt that something important was slowly disappearing.

In the vast world, within the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, on the countless stairs, a red-robed man sat, frowning in deep thought.

Forgetting, forgetting others, and forgetting oneself.

This was the limit of forgetting.

His body also began to turn transparent.

It was as if he was going to forget himself.

The heavenly tribulation appeared at this moment.

But Qi Yuan had already forgotten.

He forgot who he was.

He forgot where he came from.

He forgot where he was going.

He sat motionless in the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

It was as if he wanted to forget everyone, and everyone wanted to forget him.

He was going to forget himself, too.

Suddenly, the motionless crimson robe stirred: "Who am I?"

A glimmer of color flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared, and he became the handsome man in a crimson robe sitting on the stairs.

Time passed, and he remained seated in the same spot, unaware of how many years had gone by without waking up.

The vast Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties was silent and empty, devoid of any color except for him.

It was as if this world was going to forget him too.

Suddenly, a beam of light entered, and an urgent voice called out: "Blood Droplet! Blood Droplet!"

The crimson robe remained motionless, eyes closed.

"Blood Droplet, I've come to see you myself. Why aren't you here to greet me... cough, cough."

Blood flowed, and on the girl's face, terrifying patterns spread.

She stood in the empty Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, reaching out to the crimson-robed figure.

"Blood Droplet, Blood Droplet!"

The girl took a step forward, and ahead was a deep abyss.

An urgent voice called out: "Golden Canary, don't go forward! Yan Ran Senior Sister said that this is the limit. If you go further, you'll suffer the pain of the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties!"

Golden Canary seemed not to hear, as she tried to get closer to the figure, wanting to wake him up.

She took a step forward, and excruciating pain assaulted her. She smiled bitterly: "Blood Droplet, is this the pain you endure? I feel it too."

Golden Canary covered her face, and on it appeared a 'demon' character like a snake's trail.

She didn't want Blood Droplet to wake up and see her like this.

She took a step forward, covering her face with one hand while calling out: "Blood Droplet, you said you'd find me at the end of time!"

"You can't do it. I've come to find you myself!"

In the empty world, an empty heart.

In the midst of the heavenly tribulation, Qi Yuan from the Great Forget Dharma Scripture was unable to perceive anything, not even the slightest sound.

For primordial divine abilities of this level were beyond the reach of any cultivator.

The tribulation would 'recruit' the cultivator, transforming them into the primordial energy of this world, becoming a rule of this realm.

However, after stepping into the Foundation Establishment stage, Qi Yuan's ears could perceive faint whispers that even broke through the tribulation's seal.

Suddenly, the crimson-robed figure opened its eyes.

"Blood Droplet?"

"Who is that?"

"Who are they calling?"

He looked over, his eyes seemingly piercing through the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, and he saw a girl covered in scars.

For some reason, his heart ached inexplicably.

[Golden Canary, your childhood friend, you dote on her.]



"Childhood friend?"

Qi Yuan's consciousness became hazy.

He turned his gaze inward.

[Qi Yuan, you consider yourself the embodiment of Ten Thousand Varieties.

Now, you are enduring the heavenly tribulation.

Your primordial divine ability is too powerful, and the heavens do not wish for your existence.]



"Am I Qi Yuan?"

Qi Yuan's mind instantly cleared.

At that moment, the heavenly tribulation also dissipated.

Primordial divine ability, Great Forget Dharma Scripture, success!

At this time, a special symbol appeared in the heavens and earth, drifting towards the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, imprinting itself upon the gate.

Qi Yuan looked at the gate, which resembled a collection of stamps on paper, densely covered in peculiar symbols.

A new symbol had been added, left by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan had no interest in examining the symbols on the gate; his gaze turned towards the bottomless abyss, and through it, he saw a vague silhouette.

He couldn't make out the person's face, only their general outline, but he knew who it was.

"The Great Forget Dharma Scripture is about forgetting."

"Golden Canary is about not forgetting."

"I don't want to forget, for I cannot forget."

"Forgetting and not forgetting."

"Forgetting this world, but not forgetting Golden Canary."

Qi Yuan's heart resonated with these words.

"Has my enlightenment ended... Should I leave now?"

Qi Yuan had a premonition that the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties would soon disappear, and he would return to the mortal world.

This enlightenment had yielded much; he had gained two primordial divine abilities.

The first was the Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon.

With this ability unleashed, heart demons would arise.

The second was the Great Forget Dharma Scripture.

Forgetting is the path.

With his successful enlightenment of the primordial energy, it was time to leave this realm, just as he had done in previous occasions.

This might be his last time to perceive the primordial energy.

In other words, he wouldn't be able to return to the past, nor would he see Golden Canary again, or those who had awakened him.

He didn't know what price they had paid.

But he knew it must have been unbearable.

"Golden Canary..."

"You and I are separated by tens of thousands of years."

"When we meet again... Will it be a return to dust?"

Qi Yuan was unwilling to accept this fate.

Time, destiny... He would conquer them all!

At that moment, a black spot appeared in Qi Yuan's hand.

This was the most precious ability he had gained during his enlightenment within the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

Cycle Power!

It was said that only the Yin Spirit could enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Some Purple Mansion cultivators also had a chance to enter the cycle.

"You awakened me, so I bestow upon you the Cycle Power!"

"May we meet again in the next life!"

...

On Seven-Colored Peak, Jiang Ling Su, who was cultivating, opened her eyes.

"I feel like I just forgot something."

She covered her chest, and a puzzled expression flashed in her eyes.

At that moment, a thunderous roar echoed from the peak, heading towards Seven-Colored Peak.

The thunder was unremarkable, like ordinary lightning.

At the peak, a cold white light shot into the sky from the white jade palace, colliding with the thunder and then disappearing.

Jiang Ling Su's eyes revealed a strange expression, "Is that heavenly thunder?

Was that Master's doing?

It's a pity it was too fast; I couldn't gauge Master's strength."

Her gaze turned towards a wooden house not far away.

Inside the house, it was quiet, without a sound.

"Is Senior Brother playing games again?"

"If he plays here for a few decades, the Divine Light Sect might declare him missing!" Jiang Ling Su didn't think much of it and continued her cultivation.

...

At the ends of the earth, several hundred years had passed since the last appearance of the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

The once-bustling place was now empty.

The area was sparsely populated.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties had long since vanished, and a wooden house now stood on the giant rock by the sea.

Facing the ocean, yet spring had not yet arrived.

The ancient mirror on the dressing table was shattered into pieces, and the broken fragments reflected a flawless, pure face.

The left side of the face was covered by a layer of black gauze.

The girl's hand trembled, and the eyebrow pencil fell from her grasp. Even the simplest makeup was beyond her.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, seemingly trying to adorn herself.

Suddenly, a stone smashed through the window and landed in the house.

A seagull flew away in disgust.

The brush in the girl's hand dropped, and her voice quivered with tears, "I'm so clumsy, I can't even do my makeup... It looks so... ugly!"

She covered her left face, unwilling to look at it.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally finished her makeup.

She looked at the spot where the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties had disappeared, her voice filled with grievance, "Am I that ugly? Why won't you come to see me?"

PS: Sometimes, for the sake of the plot, there might be a little bit of heartache at the beginning, but rest assured, it will be well-measured. The latter part will be purely enjoyable, and the heartache will not last.

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