That was …
He was stunned and looked down along Pangu's hand. When he saw the little white flower blooming in despair in the endless death, the holy whiteness was so dazzling and outstanding. Facing the wind of death, it bloomed in the endless silence!
In his eyes, everything had disappeared. All that was left was the pure white flower swaying in the wind! The blood-red sky was still lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water. The withered and yellow earth was still filled with boundless deathly stillness, without the slightest bit of vitality. The breath in the wind was not fragrant at all, only the smell of despair, emitting a nauseating stench.
However, when it fully bloomed, all of this would change!
The dim world had a touch of holy whiteness! The land of despair had a touch of vitality! The scent drifting in the wind had an additional trace of refreshing fragrance that made people feel relaxed and happy!
"Look, isn't this the miracle of life?"
Pangu's soft voice came into his ears, and he instantly understood.
"Why … Why?"
He stuttered, and his voice was a little hoarse. He turned his head and looked at Pangu, his eyes were so earnest and serious. Why would there be hope in despair? Why would there be vitality in the silence? Was this a miracle, or was it inevitable? He didn't understand, but he felt good. At least when he saw the little flower, his heart, which had been dead and withered, was beating and hurting.
"The great pioneer will lead the direction of all living creatures. However, to achieve supreme greatness, one must first learn infinite sacrifice and endless dedication. When the conditions were right, they would undergo nirvanic rebirth amidst the supreme burning flames! Isn't it? "
Pan Gu's smile was still gentle. In his eyes, the little flower, which had bloomed in despair, was filled with more and more vitality. The vitality it emitted gradually covered the stench of despair. The whole world was changing. In the endless darkness, the holy whiteness would be the light that changed everything!
…
"You're crazy!"
The Heavenly Demon's expression changed drastically, and his face flushed red due to his surging Qi and blood. He found that the consciousness he had placed in the Heavenly Demon's body had disappeared. It had been forcibly erased, which affected him greatly. He was different from Hongjun. Hongjun was very smart. He had created a body. Although he had spent a lot of effort and material resources at that time, he was not affected much after that.
However, he had injected his own consciousness into the Heavenly Demon's body to control it. If anything happened, his consciousness would be injured, and it would be directly reflected back to him, causing his body to suffer. If it was in the past, it wouldn't be a big deal. He just needed to rest for a while. However, at such a critical moment, he was not at an advantage in a chaotic battle with Hongjun and Netherworld. A little accident could cause his outcome to change.
He had never expected that the Heavenly Demon would have such a secret technique and courage. He had actually gambled everything he had. At this moment, he had recovered to his original peak state. He directly took back his body, broke free from the curse that Hongjun had imposed on him, and regained his freedom. However, the price was that he had burned his own origin and soul. No matter what the outcome was, he was destined to die. He could not change it. Moreover, it was the most thorough way of dying, where even his soul would be annihilated — turning into ashes!
"It's been tens of millions of years. Every day, I've lived a life worse than death. I'm neither human nor ghost. I know who my enemy is, but I can't do anything about it. I even have to be his dog. Can you understand such a life? Every time I think of my arrogance, causing the tragic death of my son and brother, and living in endless self-blame every day, can you understand the pain in my heart? — No, you can't! "
"If you had feelings, you wouldn't have become like this. Once upon a time, I was just like all of you, heartless and heartless. I only wanted to pursue what all of you are still pursuing. "But I've come to a realization. None of you will be able to understand the shock and satisfaction I felt back then when I saw that life being born from nothing, when it gradually came to life, when it gradually came to life. You don't cherish life, so you are destined to be abandoned by it. No matter what, this is my last song. "
"My stage is about to come to an end. However, you can forget about realizing your filthy ambitions. If this world is controlled by you, it will be an infinite sorrow. It will be the misfortune of all living things. Even if I have to fight with my last breath, I will never let you succeed. The future is infinite. The destined person will be reborn. He will find that glimmer of light in the chaos and open up the most beautiful future. The three of you are destined to be stepping stones for his supreme glory. Are you ready for the trial? "
The Heavenly Demon's eyes became illusory. Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he was sad, sometimes he was full of hatred, and sometimes he was gentle. At this moment, although he was very determined about what he was about to do and did not hesitate at all, his heart was out of control. He wasn't at a loss. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done such a thing. He would have bet everything he had.
However, he could not control the changes in his heart. He was not a saint and could not have boundless love. He still hated the Heavenly Demon, Netherworld, and Hongjun. Even if he was about to die, he could not be relieved and could not forgive them. However, at the last moment of his life, at the last moment of his life in this world, he was not blinded by hatred. He still missed the days when he was in the Demon Realm. He missed his family and loved ones.
He was not an ambitious person, but he was a person. At least, he used his own actions to protect the people he loved. Perhaps he was an unqualified leader, but he was definitely an excellent man. He shouldered the responsibilities he should have. Time passed like water. When everything was in the past, all that was left was a moment that made people sigh. Everything in the past turned into clouds and smoke. After putting it down, it passed away peacefully.
He, who was almost as old as the universe, was about to meet his end. He did not have to die, but this was his own choice. Sometimes, living was far more painful than death. In the end, he saw through it. He no longer hated the three bastards who plotted against him and made him suffer for tens of millions of years. When he was about to meet his end, he still understood. Without these tens of millions of years of torture, he would not have experienced everything today.
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