Monsters are monsters by nature. If they want to have human feelings, they need to experience everything that humans experience, see what humans see, feel what humans feel, and even feel the pain that humans feel.
None of these is indispensable.
For Fu Chaosheng, he had seen a lot of things in the secular world and even in the cultivation world, but he had never really experienced them. Moreover, he was born from hearing the truth, and his consciousness was completely devoid of love, desire, and affection, just like a southerner who does not know about the northern citron. Therefore, even if he saw it, he would not be able to recognize it, let alone know it.
But it was created by the will of the Zhong Evil Clan, and was born with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Since it is an evil demon, it has a natural and extraordinary talent for everything in this world.
Understanding is just an opportunity.
The half of the innocent heart that was accidentally swallowed that day was the opportunity to bring out some of the worldly touches of ordinary people in the natural indifference.
only…
For evil spirits who are inherently heartless and desireless, this may not be a good thing.
A night passed.
According to the notice given to all ghost cultivators yesterday, early this morning, the three ghost elders and the chief judge "Li Han" had gathered everyone in front of the Guzhong Tower, ready to set off for the underworld.
When he saw sorrow, he stood among them calmly.
The loose black robe wrapped around her slender and well-proportioned body, the curve of her waist was exceptionally soft, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her lips were bright in color, making her look like a still and attractive painting even if she was just standing there silently.
There are more men than women among the ghost cultivators recruited.
Therefore, sadness appears particularly eye-catching.
Fu Chaosheng, who was standing on a high place, saw her at a glance.
What happened in the meeting room yesterday didn't seem to have any impact on her, as if it had never happened.
This made him even more confused.
He originally thought that he had eaten half of Coroner Wang's heart and got sick.
But after listening to what he said, Kun told him that it was not really a bad thing, but it was too late to gouge it out now, so it would be better to let nature take its course.
Then he muttered again, "I don't understand."
Fu Chaosheng wondered whether Kun's "I don't understand" meant that he didn't understand the strange situation he was facing, or...
What about his old friend who doesn’t understand him
But he didn't ask any further, because it seemed like a voice told him: Don't ask, don't think, some things will not happen.
"Let's go."
The three elders next to him had already counted the number of people, confirmed the identities of everyone, and came to report to him.
Fu Chaosheng finally came back to his senses and nodded.
As a result, more than a hundred elite ghost cultivators in front of the Guzhong Tower all straightened their spirits, followed several elders, and left the city with "Li Han".
Fengdu City is an important city in the extreme region.
In addition to being deep in the inner circle of the Jiyu Domain and adjacent to the Bafang City, more importantly, it was built on the banks of the Huangquan River, making it the largest city in the Huangquan Basin.
Huangquan is to the Arctic as Jiutou River is to the Nineteen Continents.
It originates near the Ghost Gate, flows from one side of the polar region to the other, and runs diagonally through the entire polar region.
The water of Yellow Spring is so turbid that even a feather would sink.
The only thing that can float in the water is the Soul Ferry made of large pieces of wind-swallowing stone. Although there are many gaps in the material, it can allow air and water to flow through, and it can move forward with the power of Feng Shui.
When they arrived at the Yellow Spring River outside the city, a huge soul-ferrying ship had been waiting at the ferry for a long time.
The black hull floats on the dark red river water.
The broad white sails stand out against the gloomy polar sky.
Fu Chaosheng boarded the boat first, followed by the three elders, and then the 103 elite ghost cultivators who were recruited.
People stood from the bow to the stern.
There was no need for anyone to steer the boat. A fishy breeze blew over the river, the sails fluttered, and the boat broke through the rippling water and sailed downstream.
There are mostly flat river beaches on both sides.
The towering shadow of Fengdu City gradually faded away behind him.
There was a depressing silence on the boat.
Few people know when and where this big ship will stop. Will it be the end of the underworld
Standing on the boat, looking at the gloomy or beautiful scenery on both sides of the river passing by, Jianchou's eyes became a little deeper.
She remembered a lot of things when she clearly shouldn't be distracted.
I thought of the lonely island on earth, and the ordinary moments when I lived in the river with Xie Buchen;
I remembered the vastness and magnificence of the vast West Sea and the Thirteen Islands of the Immortal Path;
I thought of the towering Yashan Mountain and the rushing waters of the Jiutou River flowing through the silent tombs of thousands of cultivators...
Time flies like an arrow, never stopping day or night!
The past will always pass, and time will never look back.
It's just that if the pain of the past cannot be healed gradually with the passage of time, it will be engraved in people's hearts forever. Every moment that passes is like a carving knife, carving the scar deeper.
Over time, it will eventually penetrate into the bone.
The longer the boat sailed, the darker it became.
It seems to be heading into the long night.
In the darkness, there were some faint glowing lights, and the water of the Yellow Spring turned blood red. On the flat river beach, scattered bones began to appear, and then as the boat went deeper, more and more bones appeared...
They seem to have existed for a long time, and after years of being washed by the water of the Yellow Spring, they have accumulated on the river beach downstream.
Some are far away, some are stuck in the mud...
The wilderness is desolate, the river of mud and blood is filled with white bones!
What kind of overwhelming sadness is that
The bones have been shed on the battlefield and you are not allowed to return home!
The fingers hanging by her side clenched together the moment she saw the white bones on the river bank. Jianchou's lips trembled slightly and she pursed them tightly. She wanted to close her eyes to dispel the desolation and sadness that suddenly surged in her heart, but the scene in front of her was like a sharp sword, piercing into her eyes!
How to close it
How can we turn a blind eye?!
The darkness, as thick as reality, enveloped everyone on the boat, and also enveloped the sorrow, making the tears that suddenly could not be suppressed in the eyes disappear in the place where the light could not reach.
No one saw it except myself.
Including the darkness that suddenly reached the depths of my heart...
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Maocheng, the second line of defense in the polar region, has been mostly destroyed in recent days of fighting. Except for half of the tall city wall, not a single intact brick or tile can be found.
Yellow clouds covered the sky for thousands of miles and the sky was gloomy.
The shadows of the monks from the 19 continents gathered together and were cast on the ground. There was a tragic chaos in the sky and on the ground!
They were about to win.
As long as they capture this important city gate in front of them, they will be able to capture Maocheng, break through the second line of defense of Jiyuyu, and move forward.
But Fang Xiaoxie finally couldn't hold on any longer.
He was not injured.
At such a young age, he has already achieved the cultivation level of Yuanying Realm, and adhering to the tradition of Yashan, he draws his sword without regrets and is stubborn and warlike.
Charging on this battlefield, he is like a knife.
Cunning and strong, alert and brave, with a boiling blood of youth, he fights as if he knows nothing about fatigue and retreat...
However, at this moment, when he saw those figures appear on the city wall again, Fang Xiaoxie finally took a step back.
staggering…
He couldn't hold it in any longer, holding the bloody sword, his eyes turned red, and he cried.
Beside him were other Yashan monks.
No one blamed the usually belligerent boy for his cowardice at this moment, because they all felt the same pain, or even more strongly!
In this world, what kind of torture could be greater than asking them to kill the souls of their former fellow disciples with their own hands
The figures standing on the city wall all exude a warm and familiar look.
"They" actually look no different from living people, no different from monks, and even no different from their fellow disciples standing next to them!
Even with a faint smile...
Many people's eyes turned red, and the swords in their hands became so heavy that they could hardly lift them.
Who can understand their pain
In the battles over the past few days to attack Maocheng, they have faced the same situation several times!
What happened at Yashan is over at Yashan.
The old souls of Yashan will be killed by the Yashan Sect.
However, even with a hard and cold heart of stone, how can it avoid being riddled with holes after raising the sword against each other again and again
They are flesh and blood, just mortals.
Even Fang Xiaoxie, who joined very late, collapsed when he saw these soul puppets on the city wall again. How could they be any better
On the battlefield, there was a burning gale.
Soul power was scattered along with blood.
In the brutal battle, few people had the leisure to notice the pain and struggle in front of the city gate. The majestic spiritual power gathered above the city, about to launch the final attack...
Fang Xiaoxie didn't want to cry.
He raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from his face vigorously, wanting to grasp the sword again and fight with it as he did in the past.
But how can I hold it back
After all, he is just a child.
Qu Zhengfeng stood behind and watched, and finally stretched out his hand. His palm, which was covered with thin calluses from years of sword practice, gently rested on Fang Xiaoxie's shoulder.
Then he exerted a little force and lifted the person back.
Fang Xiaoxie turned to look at him with red eyes.
But he didn't even look at Fang Xiaoxie, he just stared ahead, walked past him, and said calmly: "You can't be the eldest senior brother of Yashan like this..."
The dark black robe with gold weave was extremely thick and oppressive.
Qu Zhengfeng stood out from the crowd, leaving only a steady back to everyone, and his broad shoulders seemed as reliable as before.
For those behind me...
Block the wind, block the rain, block all the pain that shouldn't exist but happens to appear.
Suddenly, it seemed like I was the senior brother from Yashan again...
But only Qu Zhengfeng himself knows—
He is nothing but a coward.
He did not choose to sneak into the Jiyu again with Jianchou, but chose to fight head-on with everyone, simply because of the word "dare not".
At this time and place, he stood in front of Fang Xiaoxie and faced it on his behalf.
But what does this little bit of pain matter
At that time and place, the person who was truly facing the bloodiest and cruelest thing was not him...
The "young junior sister" that he was once quite dissatisfied with finally took on the responsibility that should not belong to her. Like a real "senior sister", she stood in front of everyone in Yashan and shielded them from the wind and rain...
kill.
One word.
war.
One word.
But whether it is "kill" or "war", it sounds short, but it seems to be endless, even the sky is dyed dark red.
The water of Yellow Spring is like the water of Jiutou River, flowing endlessly across the wilderness of the polar regions, flowing into the depths of darkness.
The boat finally stopped.
All the ghost cultivators walked down and stood on the plank road on the shore, only Jianchou was still standing at the stern of the boat.
Fu Chaosheng walked towards her and wanted to remind her that it was time to get off the boat, but looking at her expression at the moment, he didn't know how to start.
But Jianchou noticed it.
She slowly withdrew her gaze from the deep darkness, looked at him, and said, "I understand."
Then she stepped off the boat.
Fu Chaosheng then remembered Kun's words "I don't understand". He followed her and walked beside her. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he still asked.
"Will love arise if you eat that heart?"
"… "
Jianchou paused and slowly turned to look at him.
Perhaps it was because of what she saw during the boat trip that made her brows look a little more depressed and solemn, and she was also a little absent-minded and trance, so even her voice was a little erratic.
But the answer is no.
"It's not love."
Fu Chaosheng looked at her.
But she had already lowered her eyes indifferently and started walking again: "It's desire."
It's not love, it's desire.
But sometimes, the two are difficult to distinguish.
No one knows what will come out of desire.
The wind carrying the smell of blood blew past Fu Chaosheng's navy blue robe.
There was not a single dead bone left in the river bend.
On the river bank, there stood a cemetery made of bones, shrouded in a horrible black miasma that concealed the countless dark red blood coffins in the cemetery. It was eerie and cold, and there were countless of them!