You are evil.
This was one of my young master's favorite words.
But I felt that I was innocent, because my life was different from theirs. As a weapon, I felt that my fate shouldn't be to become a decoration.
But my young master said that I was just quibbling.
But it didn't matter. As an old man, I wouldn't care about a little girl's opinion. But for some reason, when she said that I was evil, I felt unhappy. So I thought … I wouldn't eat her first. I wanted to watch her hold me and walk step by step towards the same evil as me.
I would definitely succeed.
But … compared to her saying that I was evil, I disliked the look in her eyes even more. Her eyes were very pure, just like a mirror, allowing me to see myself in them … At the same time, there was also pity in her eyes, which made me feel even more uncomfortable. I hated pity, hated purity, I wanted to eat her up.
But I held it in. I wanted to see the day when she became like me. Would there still be such pity in her eyes? Would there still be such a pure starlight in her eyes?
In the first year, I failed.
I didn't expect that after she became my master, she didn't use any of my power, nor did she kill any lives, even though she didn't have a happy year.
It was the same for the second year, and it was the same for the fifth year. I could not stand the days without food. There was an indescribable thirst for blood in my body that turned into hunger. It drove me mad and made me want to destroy everything. I saw the purity and compassion in her eyes again, and I could not forget the words she said to me at that time.
"Must you kill?"
"I'm hungry!"
"I understand."
After our conversation, my master cut her wrist and used her blood to dye my body red. I greedily drank her blood. The sweetness in it made me infatuated. When I saw her face become more and more withered, and saw her gaze that never changed, I suddenly felt afraid.
What was I afraid of … I didn't know. But for the first time in my life, I restrained my instincts. I fell silent. I hated this kind of purity even more. I told myself that I had to see the day when her gaze changed.
"I originally thought that this day would come very quickly. Because in the ninth year after she became my master, the sect she was in was invaded by a group of devil cultivators, and the entire sect was massacred.
When she brought me back, she trembled as she looked at the ruins and the corpses of countless familiar people. She cried. At that moment, I told her that I could help her take revenge. As long as she allowed me to unleash my power, I could help her kill everyone. I could even go to the other party's small world and bury countless lives with her.
I continued to tempt and guide, but I don't understand why I failed.
She didn't choose to use me. Instead, she silently left. However, I clearly felt a strong emotional fluctuation from her body for an instant.
It was the same for the rest of her life. In the thirty-seventh year, one of her pets was brutally murdered. She remained silent. In the sixty-fifth year, an old friend of hers passed away. She remained silent.
Time and time again, she had been separated by life and death, time and time again, she had been treated unfairly, and time and time again, the world had turned dark. She had been exhausted along the way, but the look in her eyes had never changed.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I instinctively spread out my force field and saved her from certain dangers, she might have already died.
I didn't understand, so I finally couldn't help but ask her.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I owe you. So, I don't want you to kill anymore. Even if I'm sad, even if I want to take revenge, even if I feel that living is torture, for me, the most important thing … is you." I didn't believe her answer.
However, my desire to see the look in her eyes change grew stronger. So, I restrained my hunger. Every ten years, I would let her dye me red with her blood. Just like that, with such determination, I traveled across the universe with her.
Perhaps it was an accident, perhaps it was my guidance, or perhaps it was her fate, but in the years that followed, her life was very miserable. Time and time again, she was helpless, and time and time again, she was at a loss. Every time, I would tell her that as long as she allowed me to act, I could change everything for her.
However, even when her hair turned white, my wish was still not fulfilled.
Until one day, she died.
Looking at her corpse, I should be happy, happy, because I was free. I could continue to kill and devour. No one would restrain me, and I wouldn't have to see that disgusting gaze or pity again.
But … … why did I seal my memories of that day away from me?
I didn't know why, but after she died, I became silent. There seemed to be a ball of unsealed emotions in my heart. It was very heavy, very heavy, and it pressed down on my body.
Under such emotions, I was a little uncomfortable with killing. I didn't want to admit it, but I had to admit that that girl, in the short few hundred years that she had accompanied me, she had influenced me. Even though I met countless masters later on in my life, more and more of them abandoned me.
Because I no longer killed, because my blade was curled, because my emotions were low, because my power … gradually dissipated as my emotions spread.
Ten thousand years later, I was no longer a demonic weapon, but ordinary metal.
Rust began to grow on my body, and my inauspiciousness became a thing of the past. My body began to rot, and my life … seemed to be gradually disappearing.
I didn't understand why things would turn out this way. It wasn't until the moment my life completely disappeared that the memories of that day that I sealed and made myself forget surfaced before my eyes.
On the red mountain, she lay there, caressing me as she looked at the starry sky. Even though her hair was white and her face was filled with wrinkles, her eyes were still pure.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"The starry sky."
"It's pitch black, what's there to look at?"
"In my heart, this world is pitch black, and the starry sky has the brightest light."
"I don't understand."
"Then look at it more. Look for a hundred years, a thousand years … If you can't finish it in this life, continue to look at it in your next life. One day, you will understand."
"I have a next life? I don't know if my next life will be an even stronger weapon! "
"Do you know zombies … they are born from resentment and live eternally in the darkness. I will accompany you, this is my atonement."
"Atonement … Why do you always say that you owe me?" I was silent for a long time before I asked.
But there was no answer. Her blood had dyed my body red. This time, she hadn't held back. Perhaps … I had forgotten to restrain myself.
Perhaps … No, perhaps.
It was me who had killed her.
I looked at her corpse and remained silent for a very long time … I finally understood that what I had sealed wasn't her, but those words.
"I will accompany you."
I finally understood that I had always … been very lonely. From the moment I was born, I had been lonely until now.
I also finally understood that she was the person I had always been waiting for. The moment I killed her, my own life was gone as well.
As my memories surfaced, I did my best to lift my decaying blade and look at the starry sky …
Unknowingly, tears flowed down. They weren't on the demonic blade that appeared in my memories, but in Wang Baole's eyes. His eyes had opened at some point in time while he was meditating.
As he opened his eyes, a boundless will of devouring erupted from his soul, causing the devouring seed in his body to be completely suppressed. The resonance of the Devouring Dao of the Nine Great Laws rose to a level that was similar to that of the Dao of Light, which was about ninety-eight percent complete!
However, none of this made Wang Baole feel anything. At this moment, he lowered his head in confusion and looked at his hands as he muttered …
"My previous life … Did all of this really exist? Why did my previous life … contain karma … and her who has always existed … "
Wang Baole was silent. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and waved it. Instantly, a blurry shadow appeared on his right hand. The demonic blade from my previous life … was faintly discernible!
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