Tonight, the starlight was extremely dazzling. After being sliced apart by the sword intent, it scattered in all directions, making the grassland even brighter. It was like it was daytime, illuminating everything.
The blood was black, and when it fell on the grass, it hissed and stirred up a pungent mist. The grass began to visibly blacken.
Howls and fierce winds howled as a terrifying Qi disturbed the world.
Dirt shot into the sky like a waterfall, and then it was crushed down by the awe-inspiring sword intent.
After some time, it was finally quiet.
Chusu stood on the spot with his head lowered.
He had been born short and had a hunched back, and with his head lowered, he looked even more humble and pitiful.
His black robe had become even more tattered, covered in blood and dust, and two large holes had appeared on the front of his body.
These holes had been left by a sword, piercing through the scales and black fur covering his body and cutting open his ribs, from which blood flowed out.
His gray wings of flesh weakly flapped twice, spraying out several spurts of black blood. His old wounds had been torn open.
His severed shoulder was pierced by some grass, and his fake arm had been shredded by the Sword Qi.
With him as the center, the grassland for a radius of around twenty zhang was covered in blood, and the blood was poisonous.
The monsters had been caught up in the battle, but not many had died. The vast majority of the monsters had fled under the Earth Monkey's lead.
The starlight illuminated the night sky, but not a single sword had appeared. Those swords had already returned to their sheaths.
The sheaths were tied to his belt.
Chen Changsheng said nothing, only looked at him.
"It's all fake."
Chusu raised his head and hoarsely said, "Invincibility is fake, the legacy is fake, defying the heavens to obtain the Dao is also fake, and even relying on each other for survival is fake. I only want to live, but my existence has no meaning, so even living is fake. I was born to be a tool for killing."
As he spoke, he did not look at the Earth Monkey, nor did he look south.
The Longevity Sect was in the south.
Chen Changsheng fell quiet for a while, then said, "I was also born as a tool, but I think that since we exist, we naturally have our meaning."
From a certain perspective, his background was very similar to Chusu's.
Chusu shook his head. "That's because you encountered a few people who could bestow meaning to your existence."
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it and said, "You're right."
Chusu replied, "So you are luckier than me, happier than me."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Yes, but this cannot be a reason."
What reason? Naturally, it was a reason to do evil.
A tragic life can be a spiritual treasure, but it can't be a debt that can be transferred to someone else.
No matter how pitiful your childhood experience was, you still had to bear the responsibility when you grew up and became a homicidal maniac.
Chusu had not committed any great evil in the last few years, but his hands had been stained with no small amount of blood.
Chusu understood his meaning and knew that he would not be able to escape this calamity. He began to chuckle.
"If you were me, would you be Chusu or Chen Changsheng?"
These were his last words in this world.
His body split into more than a dozen pieces, scattering on the ground like broken building blocks.
Black blood splashed everywhere, and a rotten and cold aura spread in all directions.
Xu Yourong stretched out her hand and unleashed a stream of flames.
The flame glowed with a pure and holy golden color as it burned incessantly on the surface of the earth. It even followed the cracks and burned underground.
When the black blood encountered the flames, it transformed into smoke that constantly sizzled.
The rotten and cold Qi was gradually purified, and one could faintly make out the wails of ghosts, extremely resentful and fearful.
As the golden flames dwindled, Chen Changsheng said, "Perhaps to him, this is release."
"If he is still unwilling to accept death, how can his soul be at peace?"
Xu Yourong raised her right hand and aimed it at him.
There was a very small wound on his neck, and in the wound were several tiny black crystals.
With his strength and Xu Yourong watching from the side, he still needed to pay a price, a risk, if he wanted to completely kill a monster like Chusu.
A light green light, brimming with a holy aura, emerged from Xu Yourong's palm and landed on Chen Changsheng's neck.
Those black crystals instantly melted like snowflakes in the blazing sun, and at the same time, the wound began to visibly heal.
Xu Yourong said, "Logically speaking, you shouldn't be afraid of the Yellow Springs art's invasion, but it's still best to be careful."
Chen Changsheng replied, "Thank you."
Xu Yourong said, "May the Sacred Light be with you."
Chen Changsheng sincerely replied, "Then I want to always stay at your side."
These were words of love. Although he was very bad at saying words of love and was too serious, making him seem rather stupid, it was all the more moving.
But Xu Yourong did not react, seeming rather cold.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand why, and just when he wanted to ask, he was interrupted.
At some point, the Earth Monkey had appeared in front of him. It was kneeling on the ground and kissing the ground at his feet, appearing both reverent and passionate.
Chen Changsheng suddenly realized a principle.
Although the Earth Monkey was a monster renowned for being cunning, sinister, and terrifying, it was much easier to understand what it was thinking than to understand what a girl was thinking.
"When I stopped you from continuing, it wasn't because I didn't trust you, nor was it because I had a grudge against you."
Chen Changsheng glanced at Xu Yourong and said, "It wasn't that I sympathized with him, I just felt that there was no need."
Back then, he had not been too fond of Hu Thirty-Two's arrangements.
Chusu truly had sought death, but why did he have to die from betrayal?
His words were meant for the Earth Monkey, but they were also an explanation for Xu Yourong.
He was not sure if Xu Yourong's current calmness (indifference) had anything to do with this matter.
The fire on the ground was gradually extinguished, but the fire in the ground was still burning. The light of the fire seeped through the cracks, looking like frozen lightning. It had a soul-stirring beauty to it.
Xu Yourong's gaze passed over the fire and fell into the distance. She asked, "You're sure that he will leave through here?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "That year, before he left Blue Pass, he met with Chen Chou. The agreed mark was the same as this one."
As a Divine General of the Mount Song Army that had been forcefully pushed up by the Orthodoxy, the meaning behind that person's meeting with Chen Chou was naturally very clear.
Xu Yourong asked, "That person's temper is so terrible, so why does he trust you so much?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "That year, when you were in seclusion, I met with him."
Xu Yourong knew of this matter, but she had not expected it to have such a large effect on that person.
With a gust of wind, the White Crane landed at her side.
She leaned against the crane's back and closed her eyes to rest.
A few days ago, she had received the news and left Holy Maiden Peak. Tonight, she had received a message from the Golden-winged Great Peng's spiritual sense and rushed over. She was already very tired.
Chen Changsheng had returned from an even farther place, so he was even more tired than she was, but he could not sleep.
He looked at the desolate rocky mountains in the distance and waited silently.
Beyond that desolate mountain was the world of the demons.
Who would return from that side tonight?
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(Chusu formally bids farewell to everyone. When I first wrote this character, I wanted to write a contrasting version of Chen Changsheng, but not a contrasting version like Ning Que and Long Qing. I wanted to highlight pure evil that did not require reason. However, I must admit that I did not write it very well. The greatest reason is that I did not have enough space to describe it in depth. I vaguely remember that in the heroic novel, there was a pure evil character that was very well written, but that required a lot of words to be spent on it. If that was the case, then our story would become unbalanced, so there truly is a dilemma. In the next book, I want to design a plot that is more convenient to display, so I will attempt this aspect. Please do not look forward to it. (To be continued …)
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