Chapter 128: A Glimpse of Eternity, the Great Demon's Reincarnation

Chapter 128: A Glimpse of Eternity, the Great Demon's Reincarnation

Within the ancient mirror, a man clad in a blood-red robe and wielding a blood-red longsword strides through the vast desert. His robe flutters in the wind, and from afar, his solitary figure resembles a crimson sunset.

A wounded girl covers her bloody wound and relentlessly pursues the blood-red figure.

The onlookers are all moved by the scene.

"Such a ruthless and merciless strike, yet she still chases after him for thousands of miles. Palace Lord of Tianxin Palace, you are truly..." Ling Yayi sighed.

Ning Tou's expression remains unchanged as she stares at the mirror's surface, "She is her, and I am me."

She naturally refuses to accept that the girl in the ancient mirror is her reality.

The scene shifts once more.

A delicate girl with a jade-like face and curved brows finds the blood-red robed man again. She stares at him, murmuring softly, "Blooddrop..."

It seems she wants to say something, but the words won't come out, and she can only call out his name.

The man in the blood-red robe looks up, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion. There is no girl in his line of sight; he only sees air and a vague, indistinct shadow.

"All is illusion, all is forgotten."

He draws his sword again, and a flash of blood-red light passes by.

This time, his sword seems to have more force, and the girl is cut in half at the waist.

Disbelief is written on the girl's face, and her eyes well up with tears, "Blooddrop..."

She can't say anything else and can only keep calling out.

The spectators witness this scene, their expressions complex. They feel anger towards the blood-red robed figure.

"This person is too heartless!"

"Heartless and ruthless, he's a demon!"

"I don't know what's happening, but let's keep watching."

A hint of melancholy flashes in the eyes of the White Emperor's avatar.

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

The scene continues, and the blood-red figure wanders aimlessly through the mortal world.

Without the girl's bond, he moves faster and kills more ruthlessly.

He arrives at a town and draws his sword to slay.

He reaches a city and unsheathes his sword to massacre.

All living beings within his sight are slaughtered.

The onlookers are horrified, "He's a killing god!"

"He's possessed by a demon!"

"I don't know what's happening, but let's keep watching."

The White Emperor's avatar watches silently, biting her lip without speaking.

The blood-red figure is like the strongest demon in the world, slaughtering all enemies in his path.

Snow and wind howl, and a storm rages.

On the city wall, a general in heavy armor leads ten thousand troops out to confront the blood-red figure.

The ten thousand troops march to their deaths.

The battle rages for seven days and nights.

The entire nation's army gathers.

The blood-red figure is like the Grim Reaper, reaping the lives of mortals.

Finally, one night, the man in the blood-red robe is exhausted. He grips his broken sword tightly, confusion in his eyes, "Am I... that weak?"

The blood-red robed man doesn't understand why he's so weak.

He remembers slaughtering three thousand cultivators of the same stage without batting an eye.

Why is this army able to capture him?

The blood-red figure is captured and bound with heavy chains.

His entire body is layered with iron chains.

The people of the royal capital pour out, celebrating as they watch the blood-red figure in the prisoner's cart, dancing and laughing.

They curse and insult him.

Rotten eggs, stones, and whitewash are thrown at the blood-red figure.

The General who guards the nation captures the Blood Demon, and for seven days, the Blood Demon is paraded through the city, and on the seventh day, he is executed by fire at the main gate.

For seven days, the capital is bustling.

All the gloom and anger are directed at the blood-red robed man.

After seven days, the blood-red robed man is chained to a tall pillar, with a high pile of firewood below.

A woman curses him, "Demon, burn him! Burn him to death!"

"A demon like this deserves to die and fall into hell, never to reincarnate!"

The blood-red robed man hears the insults and is puzzled, "Am I... a demon?"

He feels he has forgotten something.

The fire is lit, and the smoke stings his eyes, forcing them shut.

A somewhat familiar voice calls out, "Blooddrop..."

A petite figure flies over the crowd below and tightly embraces the chained man. She tries to break the chains, but it's futile.

"Blooddrop..." The girl is anxious, and as the fire spreads, she holds the blood-red robed man tightly, trying to wake him.

"You..." The blood-red robed man's eyes clear for a moment, "Who are you?"

He opens his eyes but can't see anything.

He feels someone embracing him, but he can't see her.

"I..." The girl wants to say something, but she can't get the words out, so she keeps calling out, "Blooddrop."

The fire spreads, and thousands of spectators watch with joy and delight.

The girl holds onto the blood-red robed man, unwilling to let go even as the flames burn her.

The petite girl tightly embraces the blood-red robed man as the snow falls and the fire rages, until... they are completely consumed.

Ning Tou remains silent.

Ling Yayi continues to sigh, "Such a foolish child."

He glances at Ning Tou, his expression somber.

"The demon doesn't die unjustly. It's a pity for the girl who jumped into the flames with him." He Wu speaks.

"It's foolish indeed." A woman sighs, "We are the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends, but a demon who indiscriminately kills innocents shouldn't be pitied or loved."

"Palace Lord of Tianxin Palace, I never thought you had such a past." Someone remarks.

The girl in the mirror appears foolish to everyone present.

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

Everyone is taken aback, "It's not over?"

The White Emperor's avatar speaks softly, "There is reincarnation in the world, and we shall witness it together."

Everyone watches.

It's still a world of ice and snow.

A girl tightly holds an infant and walks barefoot in the snow.

The sky is dark, but the snow remains white.

Countless torches light the way, and behind them, hundreds of voices shout.

"Release the demon baby!"

"This infant is an ill omen and must be destroyed!"

The girl holds the infant tightly, evading the pursuit of hundreds.

The two fled into the mountains and entered a cave.

The girl looked at the baby, her eyes softening with a gentle smile. "Blooddrop..."

Her fingers instinctively touched his lips.

But unexpectedly, the baby suddenly opened his mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth that bit down fiercely, staining his mouth with blood.

The girl's heart skipped a beat, but she tightly hugged the baby.

The onlookers' faces turned cold. "This is truly a demon... He must be killed!"

The scene shifted, and the demonic infant from the past had grown into the man in the blood-red robe.

He was reclusive and seemed to rarely interact with others.

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

When fish swam by, a flash of blood-red passed through his eyes.

A fish was pierced, its body impaled.

Like a drop of red ink, the water turned crimson.

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

The man in the blood-red robe suddenly turned around. "I'm not Blooddrop... I... am a demon. I am the Great Demon!"

After entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils, the Great Demon's consciousness began to assimilate him.

The path he walked was the same as the Great Demon had once walked.

Otherwise, how could Qi Yuan have been captured by the army?"

He was merely experiencing the Great Demon's cycle of rebirth.

He glanced at the girl's location and then disappeared.

The girl anxiously chased after him.

The people on the field heard this and were shocked.

"He's the Great Demon..."

"The Great Demon!"

Perhaps the Supreme Beings of the South didn't know about the Great Demon, but the Supreme Beings of the North were all too aware.

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

The current North-South Battle and the Windflow Realm's tragic situation were all caused by the Great Demon.

This man in the blood-red robe was none other than the legendary Great Demon.

Wasn't Ning Tou... a demoness?

The crowd looked at Ning Tou, their eyes filled with deep apprehension, and they unconsciously moved away from her.

Bai Ze's eyes also flashed with surprise, and he said with a frown, "This is an illusion, not reality. He is trapped in the Great Demon's cycle of rebirth.

Rather than saying this is happening to him, it's more like the Great Demon's past!"

These events were all happening to the Great Demon, and none of it was real.

Only the girl, who seemed out of place, kept trying to wake up the man in the blood-red robe. For her, everything was real.

In the scene, the man in the blood-red robe left the mountains, like a devil released from Pandora's Box.

He held a long sword and continued his slaughter.

On a rainy night, he killed an entire family.

The girl appeared again, anxiously calling out, "Blooddrop..."

The boy in the blood-red robe's eyes held a trace of murderous intent. He spoke to the air, "I... am not Blooddrop. I am the Great Demon.

All demons must slaughter all things.

All demons are despised by heaven and hated by humans."

But the girl tightly hugged the boy, refusing to let go.

"Die!" A merciless sword strike erupted, staining the girl's clothes red, and blood hung from the corner of her mouth.

Time passed, and the man in the blood-red robe, who called himself the Great Demon, held a long sword and slaughtered all living creatures.

It was as if this was the meaning of his life.

Ten years later, the top experts from the eight major sects emerged to suppress the Great Demon.

At the battle of Tian Duan Ya, the Great Demon killed half of his opponents before finally exhausting his strength.

There was no fear in the eyes of the man in the blood-red robe, only a trace of confusion and endless slaughter.

At this moment, the familiar girl appeared, hugging him, who had no strength left, and leaped into the endless molten lava below.

This life... ended in loneliness.

In his first life, he slaughtered countless beings, was captured by a vast army, and burned by raging flames. She tightly embraced him, suffering the torment of the fire.

In his second life, he slaughtered endlessly, was besieged by the eight major sects, and eventually exhausted his strength. She hugged him and jumped into the rolling lava.

The third life also began.

She locked him up in an ancient pagoda, dressed in a blue robe and a plain face, praying for him every day.

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

He broke free, causing endless slaughter.

In the end, he was suppressed by three thousand Buddhas in the ancient Gu Ya Hell, and she accompanied him, enduring fifty years of burning, stabbing, and freezing.

In his fourth life, he wreaked havoc, was sunk into the sea, and she searched the entire sea before finally finding him and sharing his fate.

Life after life.

The man in the blood-red robe kept killing, killing, killing.

He seemed to have forgotten who he was and only remembered that he was the Great Demon.

He should kill everything.

And she, she watched him, accompanied him, and followed him into the cycle of rebirth.

Ten thousand people cursed and turned against him, and he suffered the wrath of heaven. The Great Demon and Blooddrop were both cursed.

She always stood by his side.

Everyone was truly moved.

Even Ning Tou felt a bit numb.

She didn't know how many times the girl had been stabbed by him.

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

She only knew it must have been very painful.

No matter what happened, the girl stood foolishly by his side, unwaveringly supporting him.

It was incomprehensible and hard to understand.

At this moment, Bai Ze, who had been silent, spoke up. "The scene in the ancient mirror might be an illusion.

In the past, to save all living beings, my master stepped into the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils and suppressed the Heart Demon... But you entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and awakened my master..."

The crowd's eyes widened in surprise.

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

But even if it was an illusion, the endless slaughter of several lifetimes was still hard to accept.

Just watching it, one could feel the girl's pain.

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

What kind of pain was this?

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

"Blooddrop is obviously the real Great Demon!"

With this voice, a woman in a white robe appeared, her face exuding a charming smile, full of allure.

Seeing the newcomer, the crowd's eyes narrowed in surprise. "Supreme Being!"

Bai Ze's eyes also flashed with confusion, and his face sank. "Supreme Being, don't twist the facts!"

The newcomer was one of the Supreme Being's Avatars.

"Bai Ze, why do you deceive yourself and others?" The Supreme Being smiled charmingly. "For a so-called master, you won't even believe your own wife... Won't you even call my name?"

As the Supreme Being spoke, her eyes revealed a sorrowful expression. "You never wanted to believe me.

As the Demoness was observed within the illusion, even though the Great Demon slaughtered countless lives, he would still strike her down without hesitation. Yet, she remained unwavering in her determination to awaken him.

The only regret was that while the Demoness had intentions, the Great Demon was merciless.

Bai Ze, can you trust me like how you trust the Demoness with the Great Demon?"

With the Supreme Being's words, seven terrifying figures descended upon the scene, each exuding an aura that was unmistakably that of a Great Supreme Being, and not just any ordinary one.)



The seven figures surrounded Bai Ze and the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends present.

Bai Ze's expression turned somber, "Yanran, why are you making such wild guesses about something that doesn't concern you? The Destiny Slate has influenced you too much."

The Supreme Being was none other than the White Emperor Bai Ze's wife, Shang Yanran.

Shang Yanran took a step forward, and her powerful aura permeated the area.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends all felt an immense pressure.

Ning Tou's eyes also held a deep sense of apprehension.

This level of power was far beyond her ability to resist.

"The Destiny Slate is just a treasure, how can it influence me?" Shang Yanran's eyes carried a hint of disdain, "Actually, if the Master is the Great Demon, and she is the Demoness... just keep watching, and the answer will reveal itself, won't it?"

Bai Ze, if the Master is the Great Demon, and she is the Demoness, can you, for the sake of all living beings, suppress and kill them both?"

Only with the death of the Great Demon and the Demoness can the Windflow Realm restore peace to the Ten Thousand Realms!

The North-South Battle, the struggle for the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, will truly bring peace!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze hesitated.

Shang Yanran's eyes held a smile; she knew that she couldn't convince Bai Ze at this moment.

She was also curious about how the former Blood Lord had managed to escape the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... wasn't a place where one could easily awaken just by entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

To be trapped within was to become the Great Demon, even if one wasn't originally.

He would retrace the path of the Great Demon and experience everything the Great Demon had gone through.

The seven powerful beings stood behind the Supreme Being, their cold gazes fixed on everyone present.

The White Emperor's heart was filled with anxiety.

This avatar of his could barely hold back Shang Yanran's avatar.

But against those seven powerful beings, the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends had no chance of resistance.

Without saying a word, he accepted Shang Yanran's suggestion and watched the ancient mirror together.

Within the mirror, there were infinite cycles of reincarnation.

For the Blood-Red Robe, it was all about slaughter.

For the petite girl, it was about being hurt time and again by those closest to her, eventually leading to their mutual demise.

It seemed like an unsolvable cycle of reincarnation.

After a thousand years, after ten thousand years, only the most profound memories would surface in the ancient mirror.

But no one could count how many times the sword had pierced or how many deaths had occurred.

What they witnessed was already so painful.

How much more was there that they hadn't seen?

The North roared, and the Blood-Red Robe slaughtered an entire city.

This time, he didn't immediately slash the girl with his sword.

Looking at the girl with a face as delicate as a pear blossom, his voice trembled for the first time, "I am a demon, you shouldn't follow me. I've never seen you, and I don't know where you are.

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

This city... is called No Return.

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

If I can't return, then leave."

After slaughtering for countless years, the Blood-Red Robe seemed to remember something.

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

He was the Great Demon!

The girl looked at the Blood-Red Robe, her face filled with reluctance, tightly grasping his sleeve, unwilling to let go, "Blooddrop..."

The Blood-Red Robe drew his sword, and the girl stubbornly stared at him, unwilling to release her grip.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends, upon witnessing this, were all moved. Would this sword slash down like it had in the past?

A flash of blood-red shadow passed by, and blood splattered. The girl tightly clenched a severed arm.

That Blood-Red Robe had cut off its own arm and disappeared into the endless desert.

The girl clutched the severed arm, and finally, she could speak clearly, but it was when he truly left, "Blooddrop... you must remember, you are not the Great Demon!"

This was her purpose for coming here.

Once he believed he was the Great Demon, he would truly be unable to awaken.

She sat in the empty city, alone.

One person, one city, waiting for one person.

Peach blossoms bloomed in the mortal realm, and a small boat sailed over ten thousand mountains. The spring breeze of the Jiangnan region was hidden in a letter, and when it was opened in the cold winter, the absent lover seemed to feel the warmth of spring.

Time passed, and the world changed, but the girl sat on the city wall every day, waiting for someone unknown.

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

After countless years, the Blood-Red Robe slaughtered an entire city, and he suddenly chuckled, "I am not the Great Demon..."

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

But at this moment, he had forgotten.

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

At this moment, within the barrier, the Supreme Being's eyes held a hint of surprise.

After entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, regardless of who the former Blood Lord was, he would become the Great Demon.

But now, why had the Blood Lord in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons broken free?

She didn't understand, and it puzzled her.

She didn't know.

Qi Yuan's awakened Primordial Divine Ability was Forget.

He had forgotten that he was the Great Demon.

He had broken free from the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

So, he was no longer the Great Demon.

The scene in the ancient mirror became blurry.

The Blood-Red Robe stopped slaughtering and instead escaped into the mortal realm.

Sometimes, he stood by the stream, lost in thought, muttering, "Who am I?"

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

Sometimes, he looked at the ants on the ground, "I feel like I've forgotten everything."

He was like a stone, crouching there.

Dust settled on his body.

Withered leaves drifted onto his shoulders.

Deep in the mountains, he became a stone.

After a thousand years, after ten thousand years, the mortal realm had gone through countless cycles of reincarnation.

Suddenly, a voice reached his ears, "In the desert, a city appeared, and within it, a woman is waiting for someone."

A city?

The boulder pondered.

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

His eyes held endless thoughts.

"Someone is still waiting for me."

PS: These experiences are of the Great Demon and the Demoness, but Qi Yuan, upon entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, felt the Great Demon's cycle of reincarnation, and Jin Si Que, in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, saw these scenes and continuously tried to awaken Qi Yuan.

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