Under the black cloak, a wrinkled face slowly rose and slightly raised its head, as if looking up at the clouds dyed red by the sunset glow in the sky.
Fiery red rays of light sprinkled down from the horizon and shone on this face. It was as if a withered old tree was covered with a layer of the afterglow of the setting sun.
Sunset.
That was the brightest and most glorious time of the day.
Similarly, in a sense, the setting sun was also the final moment before a person or a demon walked down the curtain after countless rays of light.
Canyang.
It was a strange and inauspicious name. Cripple, death, injury, incomplete, lingering, ferocious...
The word "remnant" had many meanings, but it was a word that didn't have many commendatory meanings in the Chiliocosm.
As such, Canyang was not a surname.
Canyang was a name.
A name that had been given to him ever since he was born. As for his surname, Canyang rarely mentioned it to humans or demons. As such, not many humans or demons knew about it.
Of course, very few humans or demons would ask him why he was called Canyang.
The answer was too obvious.
The rays of the setting sun gradually dimmed, but it was even more vibrant in the darkness. The red radiance shone on the face under the black cloak, making it look even brighter.
At the same time, it illuminated a pair of empty and soulless eyes.
Cripple, missing.
Sun, hope, radiance.
Canyang, there was no hope, no radiance.
This was Canyang, a demon who had never been able to see the light of day. In a world where power was everything, he was abandoned, mocked, and given the name Canyang by his parents.
He was different from the other demons who were abandoned by the demons.
Canyang did not blame the world for its unfairness, nor did he have the heart to seek revenge. He was like a blade of grass that was hidden in the midst of the world, unheard of.
When he was abandoned, he relied on himself. When he was mocked, he ignored it. When he was given the name Canyang, he continued to be known as Canyang.
Day after day, year after year...
In the end, no one knew Canyang's surname.
That was because those who knew of Canyang's surname and had witnessed Canyang's birth had all passed away. Of course, that was not Canyang's doing. It was Shou, who had died of old age.
No one knew how old Canyang was, but it was certain that his age represented the glory and history of both humans and demons.
Just like the rings of a tree.
He was alive when the demons were at their peak. He was alive when the demons fell.
All this while, Canyang had never joined the army, nor had he made any contributions. All he did was live quietly. Every day, he would wake up and 'watch' the sunrise. At dusk, he would 'watch' the sunset. At night, he would 'watch' the stars.
These days were boring and boring.
However, Canyang had no intention of changing. In fact, he firmly believed that this was how his life should be.
Until one day...
A five-year-old girl walked in front of him.
That day, the little girl told Canyang that she was the daughter of the Demon King. However, she had been abandoned, abandoned in the desolate land where Canyang lived.
Canyang smiled at the girl's explanation, but he didn't say a word.
The little girl also didn't ask for anything. She just left behind a set of books when she left. There were over a hundred books in that set, each of which recorded the supreme cultivation methods and experiences of the Devil Race.
Canyang could still remember the innocent words the little girl had said.
"Grandpa, I'll leave these books for you to read!"
Look?
What do you think?
Canyang didn't answer her question, nor did he ask why she would leave behind a pile of books that he couldn't even read. He just silently threw the book in a corner.
One year later.
The little girl's name drifted into Canyang's ears.
That year, there were more than a thousand demons following the little girl. That year, the little girl built a village in an orderly manner.
Canyang merely smiled in response.
However, he returned to his room and picked up the pile of books that he could not read at all. In his mind, he once again recalled the little girl's "naive" words before she left.
"Grandpa, I'll leave these books for you to read!"
Look?
What do you think?
Canyang chuckled self-deprecatingly, but he didn't feel bitter.
Because, he was already numb. Numbness allowed him to see through many things that others couldn't. For example, he could see the warmth and coldness of the world.
"Naive little girl, you are still too young..." Canyang didn't know why he flipped through the books.
Perhaps he really wanted to 'look', or perhaps he wanted to confirm that the little girl was truly "naive".
But...
When his hand fell on the opened book, he was stunned for a moment.
The smile on his face froze.
The clarity of the book told him that it was different from other books. He could 'look' at it with his hand. Every word, every picture was clear.
At that moment, Canyang caressed the book as if it was a treasure. Then, he flipped through the second book, the third book...
He only stopped after flipping through more than a hundred books.
Then...
Canyang did something that none of the demons expected. He walked out of his room and into the little girl's room.
In that place, besides the little girl, there were many other demons, thousands of them.
"Are you willing to be my disciple?" Canyang's voice reverberated throughout the little girl's residence. His voice wasn't loud, but it was as calm as a bowl of water.
Of course, Canyang's voice was met with laughter.
More than a thousand devils rocked back and forth in laughter. More than a thousand devils stared at the skinny devil standing in front of them, their voices filled with disdain and mockery.
"Canyang, do you know who is standing in front of you?"
"Canyang, are you crazy?!"
"..."
Countless voices cursed at Canyang. However, Canyang stood in front of the little girl, 'looking' at her calmly.
The little girl knelt on the ground and kowtowed thrice.
"Master!"
Canyang could still remember that youthful voice. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his entire life.
Four years later...
The little girl returned to the Blood Shadow City.
Behind the little girl stood another demon. This was a blind demon. His name was Canyang, a name feared by the entire demon race and even the entire human race.
He had no surname.
Only one name, Canyang!
"The sun is about to set?" Canyang raised his head, his wrinkled face filled with the vicissitudes of life. He seemed to be looking up at the sky.
No one understood why Canyang would raise his head when he could not see. No one knew how to enter the Heavenly Rebirth Dao.
Even if that person was...
Fang Zhengzhi!
...
Under the light of the setting sun, the black shadow cast a fast-moving shadow on the ground. The shadow was not big, so it was not likely to be discovered in the fierce battlefield.
The black shadow broke through the clouds, and it felt as if a naked young girl with skin as smooth as silk had suddenly leaped out of a golden pond.
This was an attention-grabbing scene.
Very few people were able to look away the moment the girl leapt out of the water.
Unless...
The girl had transformed into a young man in a blue robe.
Could Fang Zhengzhi fly?
He wanted to, but he was not strong enough. As such, his only option was to beat up a winged Heavenly Reflection State beast until it rolled on the ground.
Why would a winged beast land on the ground?
Obviously, there was no need to explain this question. Similarly, there was no need to explain how Fang Zhengzhi beat up the beasts and made them roll on the ground.
All in all, Fang Zhengzhi did not understand.
He did not understand why a blind man would suddenly raise his head to look at the sunset. Could it be that this blind man liked to light a lamp at night?
Of course, that was not the most important question.
The most important question was...
Fang Zhengzhi wondered if Yun Qingwu was stupid?!
All this while, Fang Zhengzhi had felt that even though Yun Qingwu was not on the same side as him, she was still intelligent.
For example, she controlled the entire battle at the Icy Monkey Settlement, as well as the black torrent that was charging towards the Iron Hill Settlement.
All of this proved that Yun Qingwu was an intelligent demon.
Although, there was still a veil of difference between him and his wit.
But now...
Fang Zhengzhi was disappointed.
There was a famous saying in the ancient saying, "Learn from your mistakes."
The meaning was very simple. After suffering a setback, one should learn a lesson. In other words, the same mistake should not be made twice.
Fang Zhengzhi felt that a truly intelligent person would not be born smart. Instead, he would benefit from the continuous accumulation of experience.
To put it simply, they had to learn.
As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. It is impossible for a person not to experience failure in his life. However, if you fail twice or thrice in a row at the same point …
That was a little inappropriate.
Fang Zhengzhi had once wondered if he could capture Yun Qingwu again when he guessed that the Demon army in the Blood Shadow City was mobilized by Yun Qingwu.
For example, just as the Demon race was about to win, he could descend from the sky, grab Yun Qingwu by the neck and shout, "If you want Yun Qingwu to live, you will all return to the Blood Shadow City!"
How awe-inspiring, how heroic.
Every time he thought of this, Fang Zhengzhi would miss the scene at the Icy Monkey Settlement.
However, it was a pity that he had fainted that time. Moreover, he had fainted at the wrong time. Later on, he had even learned a few things from the grapevine.
Firstly, the sword in his chest was personally stabbed by Yun Qingwu. Secondly, he was kicked off the wind valley by Yun Qingwu with a single kick!
It was a painful experience.
This story told him that he could be soft-hearted towards a woman, but he could not be soft-hearted towards her.
If he could do it all over again, Fang Zhengzhi would not be so courteous towards Yun Qingwu. He would definitely let her know what a man's methods were.
However...
There were some things that could not be done twice.
For example, holding Yun Qingwu hostage would not give him a second chance. That was because Yun Qingwu was an intelligent person and an intelligent person would not make the same mistake twice.
That was Fang Zhengzhi's initial thought.
However, this thought had changed.
Because, from Fang Zhengzhi's vision, he could clearly see that there was nothing around Yun Qingwu. There was not even a demon protecting her.
Of course, if he had to say that there was...
Then there was.
However, could a blind demon that could be blown away by the wind really be called a demon?
Fang Zhengzhi had never been an arrogant person. On the contrary, he was usually very careless. However, it was different this time.
He was very confident that he could grab Yun Qingwu by the neck.
This was because, until now, Yun Qingwu did not realize that there was a figure hiding on the back of the beast above her. That figure was getting closer and closer to her.
Fang Zhengzhi had always felt that there was a saying that made sense.
It was better to come at the right time than to come early.
That kind of hardworking battle where one side would die while the other would be injured would be left for others to fight. As for himself, he only needed to be a handsome man who descended from the sky when both sides were in an unbearable frenzy.
Of course...
There were prerequisites for this.
In ancient terms, it was called timing, location, and people.
Timing referred to the opportunity. Now that both sides were fighting to the death, it was undoubtedly the best time. Geography referred to the advantage one had. Similarly, Fang Zhengzhi's current position was better than his opponent's. Who could say that it was bad?
That person would definitely be blind!
As for people...
Alright, back to the place where he was blind.
As a person who already knew that he had entered the Supernatural State, he was facing a demon with a face full of wrinkles and a pair of blind eyes.
What was there to be afraid of?
If he were to let go of such an easy opportunity …
That would be a waste of all the effort he had put in to get here.
Fang Zhengzhi jumped. He jumped calmly and confidently, a radiant smile on his face. It was a smile that said he was in control of everything.
Furthermore, there were still Xing Yuanguo, Nangong Hao, Xing Qingsui, Princess Shan Yu, Shan Ling... all of them were struggling to hold on.
It looks like I have to save the world!
Fang Zhengzhi wouldn't purposely save the world, but when such a great opportunity presented itself to him, he didn't mind lending a hand and doing something that was as easy as lifting a finger.
"Don't move, put down your weapons!" At the same time, a figure descended from the sky and pierced through the blue light above Yun Qingwu's head with one hand.
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