The swaying flame tongue spat out from the shattered space, reflecting the pure white snowflakes into blood-congealed ice crystals. The entire sky was filled with this flying red color. They flew, danced, and wantonly displayed the last splendor of life. With an unstoppable momentum and absolute posture, they destroyed everything in front of them. The stars, the moonlight, the lightning, and the palaces of the celestials were all fragmented and disintegrated in this red tide.
Only destruction could give birth to such a bleak and gorgeous scene.
The land abandoned by Buddha and Demon no longer had any value. Born from nothingness and annihilated in nothingness, this was the destined ending of the Heavenly Book World.
The desolated Snake Island broke from the middle as the space collapsed. The island tilted and slowly sank, and the creatures infected by the Five Turbid Evil Qi on the island were still unconsciously killing each other.
Kill, kill, kill! Only by killing was the proof of their existence. Fresh blood sprayed out and covered the broken world. The sounds of slaughter reverberated in the silent world like shouts, like wild songs, like laughter, and like complaining about the fate of nothingness.
The Buddha's Heart Sarira was originally something that everyone fought for with their lives. At this time, it was abandoned along with this world, and no one cared about it. The Buddha's Qi in the sarira was almost exhausted, and there was no difference between it and the surrounding stones.
As the island broke and tilted, the Buddha's Heart Sarira rolled again. The Buddha Heart Sarira began to roll again. It rolled down the slope, jumping on the crushed rocks, seeping through the cracks of the rocks. Finally, as if it had its own arrangement, it landed at its predetermined destination.
Under the gravel, there was a similarly abandoned corpse of a defeated person. His chest was pierced by a sword, and there was only a bloody hole where the heart should have been. The Buddha's Heart Sarira fell into that hole — where the heart should have been.
"Thump thump — thump thump —" The Buddha's Heart Sarira shone again and beat rhythmically, just like the rhythm of a recovering heart. The corpse also woke up from its slumber and opened its eyes again.
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If death is the final destination of a person, then judging by this, I am indeed not considered a person.
Because death is not the end for me, but the beginning of another reincarnation.
381, is the number of times I died, and is also the number of times he killed me. Perhaps.
I was born in a black tower shrouded in mist. Perhaps, I already existed before that.
I have no name, no identity, no past. Other than the white fog that never dissipates, there is only him in the tower. That's why he calls me a "demon", so I am a "demon".
At that time, I didn't really understand what a demon meant, and he didn't intend to tell me either. He just waved his sword and wanted to kill me.
But it doesn't matter, I want to kill him too.
So, we killed each other.
It was a long, tedious, and monotonous process. The repetitive sound of the sword striking echoed in the empty and silent tower, like a monotonous movement. Only by killing or being killed could this movement end.
I don't know how many times I repeated this. Bleeding, wounds, and even death couldn't move me. I even became indifferent to death. I began to doubt the meaning of this killing. Is there an end? And what is the end?
Sometimes, I felt that I should stop the repetitive killing and sit on the steps with him. There was such a thing as "wine" in my memory, but I couldn't remember what it tasted like. I only remembered that even people who had nothing to say would become talkative after drinking it. Perhaps I should get two jars of it and share it with him. Recalling the taste of wine, I had many things I wanted to ask him and many things I wanted to talk to him about.
But in the end, I decided to forget about it. He was probably someone who pushed himself too hard. In the countless repetitions, I had seen him collapse, lose control, cry for his master, and blame himself for being useless when he was defeated by me. This type of person would only become crazier after drinking, so he wasn't suitable to be a drinking companion.
More importantly, I still want to kill him more.
No matter how many times he fails, collapses, or feels despair under my sword, he can always stand in front of me and swing his sword at me again and again.
I know that he doesn't want to be trapped in the tower. Outside the tower, he has people he wants to see and things he wants to do.
But I don't. I have no name, no identity, no background, no past, and no future. I also want to walk out of this empty Black Tower, but I don't know what to do or who to meet after leaving the tower. To me, the outside of the tower is just a vast wasteland.
So I envy him, hate him, and want to kill him.
Until I die three hundred and eighty times, when I come back to life, I finally see a Black Tower that is always shrouded in white fog. Finally, finally, I have my own name, my own identity, my own past, and everything that belongs to me …
I am the king of the Yaksha Clan, the noble Eight Tribes, the hope of thousands of creatures, and the protector of Buddha.
This is a world where my existence is meaningful. This is … my home.
But soon, my home was destroyed by him and his accomplices!
They occupied the bodies of the Eight Tribes, obstructed Buddha's nirvana and reincarnation, and stole the Buddha's Heart Sarira left by Buddha. They disturbed the Heaven Realm, causing the collapse of the floating island in the Heaven Realm, and the descent of the Heavenly Fire Meteor. They instigated creatures to kill each other, causing blood to flow in the Endless Sea. They even sacrificed the Buddha's Heart Sarira to summon the Extraterrestrial Demons.
He destroyed everything that I had for a short time. What's more ridiculous is that after messing up my world, he still accused me of being a demon!
Hahahaha!
Then be a demon!
The cycle of cause and effect, retribution. I hope that although the bodies of the creatures in my world are annihilated, their resentment will not dissipate. After thousands of eras, it will be our turn to invade your world.
At that time, I will definitely let you see what it means —
The True Demon Descends!
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Along with the thought of immortality, the Buddha's Heart Sarira suddenly shone with its final brilliance. A heart-shaped light shield expanded infinitely with the corpse as the center. With a compassionate aura, the light shield covered the entire sky and the earth. It enveloped the Snake Island and the surrounding sea area within it, protecting the remnants of this collapsing world.
In the Buddha's Heart, the turbid air was everywhere. The creatures seemed to be fighting endlessly, indicating that in the Buddha's Heart, there was not only the remaining fire seed of an era, but also a demonic prison that would never be freed.
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Su Miaoyin raised her head and looked in the direction that Shi Kaixin was looking at. She saw that in mid-air, the Heavenly Book World, which should have dissipated with the appearance of the Heavenly Book, did not completely annihilate into nothingness. Instead, a heart-shaped enchantment was left behind.
At this time, the enchantment fell from the sky as if it was weightless, smashing towards the two sides who were fighting!
Although the Heavenly Book World was like a miniature bonsai to them, although the enchantment only protected a corner of the Heavenly Book World from the annihilation. But when it really fell above their heads, they found that it stretched for hundreds of feet.
It was as if a mountain had fallen straight down, covering the sky and the sun. Many people noticed that their vision was darkened. When they looked up, their faces were already ashen. Su Miaoyin was also excited. After she came back to her senses, she did not hesitate anymore. She immediately ordered a retreat to avoid the falling area.
It was the same for the Six Paths of Evil Destruction. Di Lingtian did not know whether he was dead or alive, so he had no intention to continue fighting. At this time, he also retreated in panic.
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