My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 62

Chapter 62: A happy ending for all!

The Cloud Sea gathered, and tens of thousands of tons of water vapor enveloped the entire village. Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin looked at the dense fog in front of them, their expressions filled with a mixture of panic and confusion.

On the riverbank in the distance, the mist was rising. A single leaf-like boat was faintly visible. The boat was empty, with no one on it.

In purgatory, the lava that had been flowing steadily suddenly began to roll. The million cultivators who were being tormented all became alert, but saw that the fire rock hanging high above was also vibrating silently.

“Everyone, be careful—!”

Rumble—

It was as if a giant dragon was rolling and galloping in the fire rock. Following this loud sound, the entire purgatory shook, and the rumbling sound was endless.

The demonic energy lingering in the lava, as if it had received some kind of summons, all drilled out from the ground.

The same rumbling sound was also happening in the various tribes of Zhouxu Mountain. An Long, while cursing, ordered his men to quickly open the protective formation. As the giant rocks continued to fall, the sky of the Demon Realm was also in turmoil. Tens of thousands of demonic energy galloped together, surging towards the Vermilion Bird’s divine form, whose crimson pupils were slowly opening in the sky.

Yu Qiuye’s face was ugly as he looked at the crimson great bird in the sky.

Purgatory had collapsed. All the cultivators were fleeing for their lives, dodging the rushing lava and the smashing giant rocks. Even the closest Asura clan was implicated, fleeing for their lives in a panic.

One after another, figures rushed out of purgatory. Countless people had been tormented until they were miserable. They cursed as they fled outside. However, those behind them soon discovered that the people who had fled had not left, as if they were being blocked by something in front.

More and more people fled out, and more and more people were suspended in the air.

It seemed as if all the demonic energy of the entire Demon Realm had surged out from the ground, turning the Demonic Domain, which had just been covered in snow and should have been a pristine white, into a dark and gloomy place.

The tattered cultivators, and also the myriad of demon races in the Demonic Domain, had never encountered such a terrifying thing in the Demon Realm.

The giant bird’s divine form in the sky had scarlet eyes.

Li Xiao’s swift figure stopped beside Yu Qiuye, her expression a mixture of pleasant surprise and unease. “He has merged with the Vermilion Bird’s divinity…”

No one had ever said that after a Vermilion Bird god fell into the demonic path, it would actually be such a terrifying monster.

Just by revealing two eyes, it made one feel a chill from the bottom of their heart.

Tens of thousands of demonic energy scrambled forward, occupying the entire Demon Realm like a giant mountain. At the top of this giant mountain that was surging like a tidal wave, a human form slowly condensed. His dark hair was loose, and a black robe with flowing dark gold was on him. He looked down from above, like a Vermilion Bird god, quietly looking down.

A million cultivators and a myriad of demon races were suspended at the halfway point of the giant mountain, looking up at him like ants, the former trembling, the latter in awe.

“We’re doomed…” The cultivators who had managed to escape had a look of despair in their eyes. “He has actually merged with the Vermilion Bird’s divinity. Such a demon lord can actually become a true god…”

“So the Demon Lord has already merged with the divinity!” An Long, suppressing his trembling body, was the first to speak, flattering him with all his might. “Demon Lord, do you want us to kill these cultivators to sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao?!”

The two sides were instantly at loggerheads. Under the giant mountain of demonic energy, they looked at each other, yet they were still as small as ants.

Liao Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and the scarlet eyes in the sky also lowered at the same time.

He looked at his own palm, his expression faintly dazed.

The moment he completely merged with the Vermilion Bird’s divinity, he suddenly discovered that the thirty-six rules were right in front of him. The pillar of the Heavenly Dao was hanging down like a stalactite, ready to establish a connection with him at any time. And he himself seemed to have the power to challenge the rules.

This was the real reason why the thirty-six rules feared mortals.

This Lord came here, what was I going to do again?

He gazed at the two dense ant-like legions below. To be precise, one wave was a legion, and the other was a group of exhausted stragglers.

He had imprisoned a million cultivators here, planting an obsession in countless people, just to make them not forget this day…

He realized that the divinity had affected his humanity. The moment he merged with the divinity, the universe suddenly became vast and boundless, and everything that belonged to Liao Chen seemed to have been blown away with a light puff, turning into nothing.

“Demon Lord!” a shout came from below. “Didn’t you have something you wanted us to tell Immortal Lord Dufang?”

Hearing this, An Long also suddenly came back to his senses. That’s right, everyone has been tormented by the nightmare for so long. What on earth did the Demon Lord want to tell Yan Jingyu?

Everyone looked at him at the same time.

“Lord Demon!” someone else spoke. There were also some older cultivators who had already realized that the Vermilion Bird’s divinity was affecting his sanity. If they didn’t remind him in time, the other might just annihilate them with a wave of his hand. “Even if you are going to take our lives today, shouldn’t you also give us an answer? Let us die with an understanding?”

“You and Immortal Lord Dufang have been at odds for a long time. The world knows that you two are fated enemies. What on earth do you want to tell the Immortal Lord?”

His calm eyes suddenly became deep.

Yes, he remembered. He wanted to save Yan Jingyu. The reason he had merged with the divinity in such a short time was to save Yan Jingyu.

At the top of the giant mountain, he suddenly walked down. After two steps, he slowly stopped again.

“This Lord has a word to ask you all to tell the Immortal Lord.”

Good, he still remembers. The crowd gathered their spirits again. Amidst the overwhelming demonic energy, they tried their best to stand firm, their expressions joyful.

…

Yan Jingyu had completely lost his five senses. He once again felt that feeling of being imprisoned.

It was just that he knew very well that this time, it would not be for long.

Liao Chen had never sent him a sound transmission. He guessed it was because his soul-lamp was really too weak and could no longer receive the other’s sound transmission.

Because Liao Chen would definitely not let him return to the ruins so lonely.

When will my consciousness completely disappear… Is Liao Chen watching me at this moment… What is he thinking? Is he very sad, or is there really some other way he can save me…

Amidst endless confusion, his body was swept into the Qiwu flower grove. Liao Chen stood to the side, gazing at his figure. The branches of the Qiwu flower drilled into his sleeve and wrapped around his neck, but they were always not tight and not loose, as if they were performing a final soul-soothing ceremony for him.

A small, transparent figure floated beside Liao Chen. The lotus spirit said with a tremor, “You shouldn’t have taken me out of the Suixing Hall.”

It had not yet completely learned to transform and was very likely to be treated as an unnecessary thing and be hidden along with Liao Chen.

Liao Chen quietly gazed at Yan Jingyu’s body, which was being swallowed by the green vines. The vines first gently wrapped around his four limbs, passing between his clothes, and gradually wrapped around his torso, slowly bringing his hands together in front of his chest. The rustling vines, upon touching his skin, burst open one after another flower bud like singing.

His face was also wrapped by the vines, revealing his long eyelashes and pale, colorless lips between the green gaps.

“When do we take the soul-lamp?” Liao Chen spoke. The lotus spirit shrank its head. “I’m a little afraid…”

“This Lord’s other body is in the Demon Realm. The gazes of the rules are all over there. We have to be quick.”

“But he needs the Vermilion Bird’s divinity… you have just merged. Why not just connect with the pillar of the Heavenly Dao… why must you take the risk…”

Liao Chen’s gaze was fixed on Yan Jingyu’s face without blinking. The Qiwu flowers were constantly blooming, constantly entwining, as if they were comforting, and also as if they were gently covering his breath, silently and dangerously depriving him of his life. The flower vines wrapped around his nose, his ears, his lips. Suddenly, in his physical body, above his lungs, new buds began to sprout…

“He, his soul-lamp, has burned out.” The lotus spirit spoke. Liao Chen suddenly took a step forward. “Do we have to take the soul-lamp now?!”

“You, you have to have the Vermilion Bird’s divinity first…”

Liao Chen turned his head in anger. “Still playing majestic over there?!!”

The space beside him was suddenly burned through by a raging fire. The figure held up by tens of thousands of demonic energy, and also the sea of people floating in the air in the Demon Realm, were all revealed.

The lotus spirit poked its head out and glanced. It found that all the people seemed to have heard something incredible, had suffered some terrible psychological trauma, and their Dao hearts had been shaken. Their bodies were stiff, motionless.

Liao Chen, through the melted space, saw Yan Jingyu the moment and fell from the top. He plunged down, abandoning the tens of thousands of demonic energy that were holding him up, abandoning the Vermilion Bird’s divine form behind him, which only revealed two eyes, abandoning the throne of a true god that countless people sought but could not obtain, and that even the rules feared…

He stared at Yan Jingyu, whose body was gradually being wrapped by the Qiwu flowers. His figure did not hesitate as he passed through the spatial molten cave, turning into tens of thousands of stars, passing through the shackles of the Qiwu flower vines, and touching Yan Jingyu’s body.

The lotus spirit was a little emotional.

“…What a good opportunity.”

A Vermilion Bird god, that is, one of the four celestial symbols of heaven and earth, an existence that can be on equal footing with the rules.

From then on, he would be outside the six realms, with a lifespan as long as the heavens, no longer under the control of the rules, playing with the laws of the world in the palm of his hand. That was a status that an ordinary immortal ascension could not compare to.

The divine wood, under the induction of the Qiwu flower spirit, began to sprout branches and grow vigorously. Liao Chen did not hesitate to press his forehead against his.

His illusory face easily passed through the Qiwu flower branches.

“With my true god’s body, I exchange for your candle to shine brightly, to illuminate the years…”

As the divinity poured into the soul-lamp, the divine wood suddenly grew even faster. His voice was low. “May you be without worries year after year…”

The divine wood was passing through Liao Chen’s illusory body. Its whole body was without leaves, and all the buds it sprouted became branches. Yan Jingyu’s physical body was rapidly withering. As the trunk grew upwards, the roots were also passing through his physical body, taking root in the ground.

The Qiwu flower vines suddenly shot up into the sky.

The lotus spirit timely dived into Liao Chen’s sleeve on this side. When he came out of the other’s sleeve again, what was in front of him was no longer just the Qiwu flower vines crawling all over the ground, but also the Wutong divine wood, which was deeply rooted in the ground, its root system instantly passing through the entire Jiuyi Mountain.

The Qiwu flower vines hung on its leafless trunk, becoming its flowers and its leaves. And its simple and sturdy trunk became all the support for the Qiwu flowers.

The sunlight passed through the hanging vines, and also the tens of thousands of blooming fiery trumpet creepers. The light was fine and dazzling.

The lotus spirit blinked. It saw under the roots of the tree, under the complex root system, a white skeleton that had been drained of all its flesh and blood. The white skeleton’s body was pierced by the roots of the divine wood. But in its skull, there was a long-burning lamp, its flames blazing.

The candle shines brightly, illuminating the years…

The soul-lamp’s splendor flowed, and an boundless light enveloped the white bones. A living heart beat in the chest of the white bones.

The heart’s meridians connected, leading to the four limbs and hundred bones. The meridians expanded outwards, and muscles grew out from the white bones.

The lotus spirit’s eyes stared at him without blinking. This reborn body still maintained the posture that the Qiwu flowers had placed him in, his hands crossed, but in the recasting of his flesh and bones, it was as if he were afraid of the cold, and he slowly curled up. He had his eyes closed, quietly resting in his long hair, under the roots of the tree, like a cicada pupa on the ground, sleeping soundly.

And beside him were one after another egg-shaped object. They were spread on the ground under the divine wood. The pale white eggshells gradually became crystal clear under the power of the divine wood.

“It was a success… The curse has been lifted, the divine wood has returned, the phoenix clan has been saved, Yan Jingyu’s soul-lamp will never be extinguished again, he has truly been resurrected, the Vermilion Bird’s divinity has even restored his cultivation… a happy ending for all!!”

It looked at the Liao Chen beside it and suddenly realized something. “I, why, can I still see you…?”

“A happy ending for all.” Liao Chen’s voice was calm. “Only you have been hidden along with me.”

The space rapidly widened. Yan Jingyu under the tree, his expression dazed, slowly opened his eyes.

The space where the lotus spirit and Liao Chen were suddenly plunged into darkness.