The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn Chapter 125: One Life… Or Millions?

“You people from the Grand Dao Sect snuck into our Supre Sword Sect and stole our Sword Mountain—is this how the Grand Dao Sect treats its allies?!”

“Our entire Supre Sword Sect was mobilized—we only left behind the old, the weak, and the infirm at the sect. And in the mont we were helping you—your Grand Dao Sect chose to rob our ho?!”

Li Wuyue’s voice was furious beyond compare.

He was genuinely on the verge of exploding.

Liu Changfeng’s expression grew extrely grim.

“Dao brother, don’t be hasty. You say soone from my Grand Dao Sect stole the Sword Mountain—do we know who?”

Truth be told, Liu Changfeng didn’t believe what Li Wuyue was saying.

The Grand Dao Sect had been in a state of crisis. From the ancestors down to the disciples, everyone was preparing for war.

Who could possibly have the ti or energy to run off to the Supre Sword Sect and stir up chaos?

Li Wuyue waved his hand—and a screen of light appeared before them.

“Do you recognize this person?”

The image of Chu Ling erged.

So within the Grand Dao Sect recognized this face.

One of them was Ji Changming.

Liu Changfeng didn’t know her—but the mont he saw the image, he looked to Ji Changming for confirmation.

If it were soone else, Ji Changming would’ve denied it instantly. But with Chu Ling, he had to tread carefully.

Because as far as he knew, there was... sothing unclear between Chu Ling and Lu Ye.

“Junior brother, you should recognize her, right?” Liu Changfeng asked.

Ji Changming nodded.

“This woman is Chu Ling, a disciple of White Orchid Peak. She placed second in the sect’s internal genius competition... and she may have so complicated history with Lu Ye.”

Li Wuyue’s burning rage paused for a mont.

“Even if she has so unclear relationship with Lu Ye, that doesn’t justify what she did to an ally! That’s our Sword Mountain! If the Sword Mountain disappears—can the Supre Sword Sect still call itself the Supre Sword Sect?!”

“Dao friend, please remain calm. We’ll imdiately try to contact Chu Ling—and Lu Ye as well. Sword Mountain isn’t going to vanish in a day. Our Grand Dao Sect would never violate our alliance’s ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) trust. We stand firmly on the side of righteousness!”

...

Lu Ye, of course, had no idea what Chu Ling had done—but even if he did, he wouldn’t be surprised.

One life for another.

That incident at the Chu Sword Villa—Lu Ye hadn’t died.

It was for saving Chu Ling that he died once. That event hadn’t even happened yet.

As for Chu Ling...

Lu Ye didn’t want to say too much.

Right now, he was more interested in this group from the Buddhist Sect.

Although the Buddhist Sect had been expelled from the Great Wilderness, most of its disciples were still human—and they had smuggled in outsiders under the guise of aiding others.

At this point, Lu Ye—still herding the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor—had arrived at the Buddhist Realm. Among all the foreign races, the Buddhist sect had suffered the least casualties.

Lu Ye had already prepared for a major battle.

And sure enough—the signs were there.

For the first ti, even Lu Ye’s expression grew a little solemn.

Because seated before him, cross-legged and glowing with imasurable Buddhist light, was a massive Buddha statue.

The overwhelming pressure made the entire Buddhist Realm feel frozen in place.

This aura—peak Grand Completion Realm?

The Buddhist Sect still had an ancient monster like this?

One man, one Buddha—locked in standoff.

“Amitabha. The path ahead is blocked. I must ask this Dao friend to turn away.”

Silver-white light suddenly burst from Lu Ye’s eyes.

Within his gaze, a second pupil faintly flickered into view.

“Just a discarded relic left in the First Heaven.”

Yes—that so-called Buddha was nothing but a scarecrow.

If Lu Ye hadn’t had countless tricks and sharp instincts, he really might have been fooled by that illusion.

It looked far too real.

The Buddha’s expression shifted slightly.

“If you insist on your stubborn path... then I shall suppress you!”

At that mont, its aura surged once more—rising beyond even what a Grand Completion cultivator should be able to display.

A colossal, vividly detailed Buddha palm ca crashing down toward Lu Ye.

Lu Ye ignored it completely. His body turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.

The Buddha palm descended with earth-shaking force, slamming into Lu Ye.

But the instant it touched his body—it shattered into nothing. Lu Ye passed through the illusion like it didn’t exist.

The Buddhist Sect...

Was already fleeing.

Not just starting to run—they had clearly been running for quite so ti. Only a tiny handful of disciples still remained in the realm.

Seeing this, Lu Ye felt a faint pang of emotion.

The Buddhist Sect... No wonder they managed to screw up again and again and still survive each ti.

Say what you will—but when it ca to knowing when to run and understanding their limits, they were far ahead of most factions.

They were probably just used to it by now.

Disaster always lagged half a step behind the Buddhist Sect.

The Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor, anwhile, looked... completely lost.

The entire Buddhist Sect had fled. There was no one left for him to parasite. This... this shouldn’t be his fault, right?

“Continue.”

The Vermilion Bird was slowly being reborn from the flas, her recovery painful.

She watched as the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor dove into the Ghost Realm to parasite, then into the Spirit Realm...

The Demon Emperor himself had lost count of how many beings he’d infected.

The new body he had taken over had originally only been at the third stage of Tribulation Crossing, but its cultivation was rapidly climbing—now already at the fourth stage.

He was in the most terrifying cultivation state imaginable.

If given ti, he could once again ascend rapidly to the ninth stage of Tribulation Crossing.

“What is he trying to do?”

The Vermilion Bird’s eyes widened. The fear in her heart was growing stronger by the mont.

She saw Lu Ye walking toward the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor thought another beating was coming—and quickly raised his arms to shield his head.

Thud! Thud!

Two arms were severed and flew through the air.

The Demon Emperor howled in agony.

“I’ve done what you asked! I’ve parasitized so, so many demons, monsters, and ghosts! Just let go! Please, let go!”

He cried and pleaded.

He really couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to be beaten again.

That feeling of being crushed, of being powerless under relentless tornt—it had done massive damage to his psyche.

Lu Ye extended his hand.

His palm gripped the Demon Emperor’s skull.

“This is the final trial. Survive it, and you’ll have lived.”

The mont the words fell—

In an instant, the Obsession of Reincarnation ca crashing down like a galaxy descending from the heavens, pouring violently into the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s soul.

Reincarnation—what an ancient word.

Over the endless years, how many unresolved agonies had never faded—how many had refused reincarnation and instead turned into obsession?

Too many. Far, far too many.

And now, Lu Ye had found a place to pour all of it.

He poured all that obsession into this single soul.

“Aaaaaaahhhh—!”

A scream of pure agony burst from the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s mouth.

With just the first wave of obsession crashing into him, his soul was already showing signs of complete collapse.

And it was in this mont that the Demon Emperor finally understood why Lu Ye had forced him to parasite so many living beings.

The obsessions were too many—too painful.

The Demon Emperor couldn’t endure it. He didn’t want to die—but the obsessions had already locked onto his soul.

If he wanted to live, there was only one way.

He had to offload the obsession.

Distribute it evenly into each and every parasitized soul.

The Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor didn’t hesitate—there was no ti to hesitate.

In an instant, all of his hosts began to feel unbearable agony.

A tidal wave of wailing, hysteria, muttering voices erupted within each parasitized soul.

The weak died quickly.

The Vermilion Bird, too, was still in a half-parasitized state.

Her brows furrowed, her expression twisting with pain.

No... this can’t happen!

Such a massive outpouring of reincarnation obsession—every parasitized being would die!

There was absolutely no hope of survival.

Even their souls would be crushed to pieces by the obsessions.

One after another, the anguished spirits surged toward every foreign world.

No!

Lu Ye, stop!

All the demons and monsters will die—every single parasitized soul will perish!

At that mont, one obsession entered the Vermilion Bird’s mind.

It was Shen Xitong.

“You...”

The Vermilion Bird froze.

Shen Xitong looked at her calmly.

“I heard from Lu Ye... you were once an Emperor. The Dao heart of an Emperor is firm—able to resist the influence of all obsessions. But if they live—you will die.”

“Or—if you ignore it and let them die—you will live.”

“One life... or millions?”

“You decide.”