As soon as these words ca out, the Blood Ancestor and Emperor Qingshi looked at each other in disbelief.
Leave Demon City?
The two of them were both stunned.
Yes, they had always been scheming and struggling against each other within Demon City.
Why had they never left Demon City to expand their power sowhere broader?
No matter how big Demon City was, in the end it was only a single city.
But the strange thing was, they had never had such a thought before.
Or rather, none of them had ever thought about leaving Demon City.
"Why, why?"
Now, hearing the old monk's reminder, everyone was looking at each other blankly.
"You've noticed it now, haven't you? Because the program has already been written into your minds."
"Everything you do has already been arranged."
Hearing the old monk's words, the two of them felt this was sowhat absurd.
They were fake.
Everything that existed was fake.
"Then what is real?" the Blood Ancestor couldn't help asking.
"Those outsiders are real." The old monk's gaze swept over Xu Zii and Liu Ruyan.
Although the people of Demon City could not leave this city, it often attracted so people from outside.
Aside from the outsiders being real, he feared that within all of Demon City, only Lu Simiao was real.
...…
"Impossible, this is impossible," Emperor Qingshi shouted.
He seed unwilling to believe such a ridiculous thing.
"There's nothing impossible about it. If you don't believe it, you can just walk out of the city and see for yourselves.
See if you can leave," the old monk said calmly.
Back then, hadn't he worn this exact sa expression himself?
But the facts were exactly as they were.
They would not change because of anything you couldn't accept.
The Blood Ancestor was the first to refuse to believe it. He stepped into the air and headed out of Demon City ahead of the others.
With his strength, stepping out of Demon City should have been no more than an instant's work.
But the mont the Blood Ancestor generated this thought, he discovered he actually could no longer control his own body.
It was as if the power in his body had stopped circulating on its own; his legs seed to be filled with lead.
He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"Th-this… what on earth is going on?"
The Blood Ancestor roared.
He struggled again and again, but it was useless.
In the end, he simply collapsed to the ground, his whole person looking utterly spiritless and lost.
In truth there was no need to kill them at all, because just telling them the truth was like countless invisible blades torturing them.
It was more powerful than any thod of slaughter.
Seeing the Blood Ancestor like this, it seed the blow he suffered was even worse than the old monk's.
He was like soone submitting to be killed or sliced apart, having already lost all hope in life and death.
After all, if he himself was only a fabricated illusion, where did life and death even co from?
This was precisely that saying: what joy is there in life, what sorrow is there in death.
...…
Just then, a sigh ca from not far away.
They saw the dicine King, Lu Simiao, wearing a plain green robe, his beard and hair intertwined in black and white, giving him an extraordinary temperant, with a faint air of a hermit about him.
At this mont, he no longer hid himself.
He had followed the traces of aura here to the Doomsday Temple, and everything that had happened here had fallen fully into his eyes.
When they saw Lu Simiao walk out,
the old monk imdiately looked at him.
He said, "It's him—our creator."
Hearing the old monk's words, Emperor Qingshi and the Blood Ancestor both quickly turned their heads to look.
"I had thought it would continue like this forever."
"I didn't expect there would still co a day when the paper could no longer wrap the fire."
"Why? Why did you create us?" the old monk demanded.
"First, because of an obsession in my heart. Second, because I wanted to seal that demon."
Lu Simiao said calmly.
"You don't need to feel angry."
"Because if it weren't for , I'm afraid you wouldn't even have had the chance to possess consciousness and life."
"Professionally speaking, it was I who granted you these things."
"And you should learn to be content."
"Even a living, real person has a day when they die."
"If you find the falseness unacceptable, you can simply understand it as having reached the ti of your own death.
If thinking of it that way makes you feel a bit better inside."
"If we don't truly enjoy the world, how could we feel this kind of attachnt to it?" the old monk countered.
Lu Simiao did not answer.
In a certain sense, he had created these people.
No matter what he did, he had no obligation to explain anything to them.
Emperor Qingshi looked at Lu Simiao.
He couldn't help thinking, "If I can kill him, could I perhaps possess his body and be reborn?"
In the Corpse Burial Mound lineage, advanced body-possession rebirths did exist.
And as long as it succeeded, according to the theory of the Cultivation Technique, it could even extend one's lifespan.
At this mont, Emperor Qingshi couldn't help but be the first to make a move.
The surface of his body instantly withered into a dried corpse—this was his second life, his trump card.
When suffering a fatal blow, this dried corpse would take the hit in his place.
You could see how cautious Emperor Qingshi was; the mont he struck, it was with a stance of trading life for life.
His speed was as fast as lightning.
In the blink of a Cultivation Technique, he had already arrived before Lu Simiao, intending to kill him.
But Lu Simiao only shook his head slightly.
At the center of his brows, a crack opened, turning into an eye.
With just a single glance from that eye,
Emperor Qingshi's body began to disintegrate on its own.
They saw his skin starting to peel away, his blood beginning to coagulate, and even his bones lting.
Emperor Qingshi opened his mouth, wanting to scream.
But his throat had already lted; he couldn't make the slightest sound.
He could not move, he could not cry out.
There were only two words that could describe it.
"Absolute despair!"
In just a few seconds, a powerhouse like Emperor Qingshi had already vanished without a trace.
"I can create you, and I can also remove you."
Lu Simiao said calmly.
The so-called Three great forces, whether Blood River Valley or the Corpse Burial Mound, had never been worth his regard.
At this mont, he turned his gaze to Xu Zii.
And to the strange person beside Xu Zii, the one he called the demon.
He had originally thought that once this strange being appeared, he would go on a wild killing spree.
But he seed to be behaving very quietly.
This puzzled him greatly.
He looked at Xu Zii and asked, "I don't know where Your Excellency cos from?"
"I ca for you. As for my origin, there's no need to speak of it," Xu Zii replied.
These words only made Lu Simiao even more confused.
Ever since the Bliss Sect was destroyed back then, the people of the world had believed he had disappeared from this world together with the Bliss Sect.
From then on he changed his face and hid his na.
He beca an apothecary here.
It had been many years since anyone could rember him, much less recognize him.
He couldn't understand why Xu Zii was so certain that he had co specifically to find him, when the two of them didn't seem to know each other at all!
"I ca for the goodness in you," Xu Zii said.
Hearing this, Lu Simiao let out a bitter laugh.
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