Chapter 159
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As he spoke, he sat on the high seat and supported his chin with one hand. God? There was no joy or anger on his face, but there was some interest in his heart.
A person whose face was disfigured, wore a mask all year round, and did not show his true face to others?
… He was somewhat similar to him.
When he was at the bottom of The Abyss, he had devoured too many demons and souls. He had been infected by the demon energy, and his body had undergone inexplicable changes.
When he first climbed out of The Abyss, any human who looked at him directly would be so frightened that their eyes would turn white and they would fall to the ground. Some were even scared to death? They died on the spot.
Of course, this was not just because of his strange appearance, but more because he had gathered too much darkness and evil thoughts, which would taint people with misfortune.
Mortals without cultivation could not even bear the need to look at him directly. The price they had to pay.
Even if he had no intention of killing these people.
Later, after he wandered around the human world, he took on a little human form. After he put on the mask, again? No one could see his monstrous appearance, and the filthy and ominous power was also under his deliberate control? To restrain himself.
He became? In order to become the master of the Demon Sect, to lead the Demon Path, the mask on his face, again? He had never taken it off.
No one knew his true face? He had no interest in letting anyone know his true face. Many people said that he was ugly and looked like an evil spirit. In a way? In a sense, it was not a lie.
He curled his lips and sneered in his heart.
Were humans really a type? They were creatures who were used to judging people by their appearance. Their physical body, appearance, voice, and color were just external appearances, but they were often used to generalize everything about people.
And his world was blood-red.
The appearance was the same, dull and boring. He stared at the Demon Palace, at the entire human world, but what he saw was a huge shroud of darkness and the evil thoughts lingering on everyone.
It was like the clouds covering the sun, surging endlessly.
The world called him a demon.
But which part of the world was not evil? Who was not a demon?
There was no place that was peaceful.
No one was an exception.
At the banquet, the sound of music and laughter mixed together. Enchanting dancers twisted like snakes. The flying gauze lingered with the fragrance of wine. Darkness hid deep in the shadows.
He drank the wine in his cup and suddenly felt a little bored.
After the banquet was over, his knuckles lightly clasped the armrest of his chair. His scarlet eyes flickered as he casually picked up the Shura Sword from the table. He placed it flat on his knees and pulled it out inch by inch.
He held his sword vertically in front of his eyes, the cold gleam of the blade reflected half of his yaksha mask.
The Asura Sword emitted a low buzzing sound. "Don't be impatient," he said. "This sovereign will soon … let you taste fresh blood."
He picked up his sword and got up. Just as he took a few steps, he suddenly felt something tugging at his heart.
It was as if a feather had brushed past, and it was slightly itchy.
He was slightly surprised. He looked into his Heart Palace and saw a small jade person sitting in the middle of his Heart Palace. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
He was stunned. The still objects around him suddenly shattered like illusions. The place where he was standing was no longer there? It was not the gloomy and gloomy Demon Palace, but the quiet and tranquil bamboo building.
Shen Shu returned to reality.
His gaze was still on the letter at the bottom of the pile.
A corner of the letter was exposed. On it was a signature elegantly written with ink.
His pupils suddenly became extremely dark. He almost couldn't restrain his violent anger, as well as his desire to tear the letter apart.
If the memories he possessed were real, or if these memories were as he guessed, a portion of his "future" that he had peeked into, then one day in the future, would his master become a …? Would she become Chen Weiyuan's Dao companion?
What a joke!
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