"Scorching Sun!"
His eyes bulged with rage, and in an instant, he realized—that person actually possessed the Scorching Sun. No wonder his Yang Energy was so powerful.
He hadn’t even considered it before, because this man wasn’t a Taoist, his physical strength was imnse, his combat prowess ferocious, and he could poison people—completely unlike the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu from before.
Now that he finally understood, it was already too late.
The Big Executor he conjured had developed self-awareness—even if it was only a sliver—there was absolutely no way he could control it now.
Back then, the demise of the Demon Kingdom had co too suddenly, too quickly; there was so much the Serpent Crown Cult Leader didn’t know or understand.
Because, the very first ti the Scorching Sun enlightened the Big Executor, was the fall of the Demon Kingdom.
Many things were recorded crystal clear in the annals of Fuyu Mountain in later generations. Much about the Scorching Sun was accurate—but right now, this very mont, was where those records ca from.
The Scorching Sun, a Divine Skill that assisted the Thirteenth Ancestor in cultivation, made its explosive debut—you could say it’s right now.
Those scant records about the Dead could never possibly know so many details that would later no longer be counted as great secrets.
But there was one thing the Serpent Crown Cult Leader did know: only the Scorching Sun could, under these circumstances, possibly call forth even a sliver of that terrifying entity’s consciousness.
Pity that the most unsolvable, most invincible being he’d witnessed in his life, the one conjured that day, was now out of control, and he couldn’t even make it stop.
...
Wen Yan behaved like a kid brought to visit relatives for the first ti by his parents—obedient, silent, doing whatever he was told, sitting quietly in place.
The Big Executor stepped onto the yellow sand, taking him along, gazing down upon the city below.
With a gentle lift of the hand, a sandstorm swept across the sky, like a whole world of dust, pressing down with overwhelming force.
Even just looking at it, Wen Yan felt suffocated—the oppression was a bit too much to bear.
So this was the power of a peak cultivator before the Last Dharma?
At least so far, of what Wen Yan had heard, only this person before him had ever wiped out an entire nation single-handedly.
The eight hundred miles of yellow sand left behind after, even now, still remained there.
The Divine Land’s sand-containnt projects all detoured around that area—they never even considered trying to reclaim it.
They call it desert-prevention asures, but they’re just trying to keep the desert from spreading, not actually trying to turn what’s already desert back into arable land. After all, places that have been desert since ancient tis are a part of the climate and shouldn’t be tampered with. What they tackle is just the desertification of the past hundred years.
Anyway, Wen Yan believed it. Seed pretty scientific.
Now, having personally witnessed that very mont from long ago, Wen Yan even made his breath softer, quietly watching.
The sand-laden wind howled through, swallowing up the entire city bit by bit—as if the whole place was being devoured by a world of sand—even before the cultists could react, they’d already been engulfed.
In just a few breaths, an ancient, sprawling city vanished into the sandstorm. More and more grit piled up, burying it all; the towering city walls, under the relentless wind, gradually crumbled and wore away, finally rging with the dust.
In the blink of an eye, a city was gone, leaving only the central high tower—half of it still jutting from the ground.
Beneath the sand, the Serpent Crown Cult Leader stared with blood-shot eyes, helplessly watching the city buried once again. He cast his gaze on Wen Yan, who stood behind the Big Executor, eyes blazing with unforgettable hatred.
Wen Yan looked innocent—Why are you glaring at ?
Just because I’m weak, am I easy to bully?
He quietly tried to hide behind the Big Executor, but the Big Executor caught him.
"Don’t be afraid."
The Big Executor noticed Wen Yan’s timidness, a bit surprised, but then thought about all the troublemakers in Fuyu Mountain, and figured it was rare and refreshing to see such a gentle, timid child there—it was normal to be a little scared.
She didn’t even look at the still-living Serpent Crown Cult Leader and pulled Wen Yan along to keep asking questions.
"Is Gan Tang still around?"
"Aunt Gan is still here. Because of the Last Dharma’s arrival before, she’s just now recovered. She just awoke as well, and she, too, wants to find Big Aunt to see if anything was left behind."
"Tell her, I’m already dead. After death, I go neither to heaven nor hell—dead is dead.
What exists here is just a shadow of forr days, cast upon the Demon Kingdom, summoned by him, and awakened again by you.
Tell her not to look for anymore, there’s no point. So long as she lives well, that’s enough.
I have no regrets. If I were to, maybe I only regret not wiping out all those demons back then."
With that, Big Aunt looked at the phone in Wen Yan’s hand.
"What’s that?"
"It’s called a cellphone—it can record images. I’ll film what you’re saying, and if I get a chance to make it back alive, I’ll give it to Aunt Gan."
"Such a little gadget—quite clever."
Big Aunt thought for a mont, then spoke to Wen Yan’s phone.
"The things of the past are just that—the past. I knew you’d never listen to . You turned into a zombie too.
Becoming a zombie isn’t a good thing. I know it’s too late to say all this now.
Live well. Live with my share too. And—read more books. It’s good for you.
The people from Fuyu Mountain might be troublemakers, just a gang of scoundrels and ruffians, but deep down, they have good hearts.
Since you’re staying there, then stay well. If I finished what I wished for, I probably turned to dust, leaving nothing behind.
Instead of clinging to the past and hopeless wishes, living well is what truly comforts most.
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