The Young Lady Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 111

After Dao Rong seized Jiang Qiuchun’s golden core and inner strength, he directly threw her into the beast horde. Ye Bingfeng could not believe what she was seeing.
Like Jiang Qiuchun, she had seen Dao Rong descend from the Qiongdian Peak, wanting to ask what was happening. This scene was as shocking to her as the moon replacing the sun, as if the world had been overturned.
How could this be? How could Dao Rong, the Saint Venerable, be so insane!
Unfortunately, she realized it too late. When Dao Rong’s magic controlled her body, preventing her from escaping, she could only cry out in fear for all the disciples of Mystic Crane Mountain to run.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over, run!”
Despite her desperate shouts, one voice could not overcome the roars of thousands of beasts.
After Dao Rong appeared, the beasts once again rioted. They stopped attacking each other and turned their gaze back to humans.
In an instant, there were beast growls, cultivators’ screams, and demons’ panicked cries. All the sounds were as chaotic as the scene. Gu Jingyang watched all this, her heart filled with dread.
She couldn’t just protect A’Ling and ignore the other disciples of Mystic Crane Mountain. Seeing that A’Ling was not in immediate mortal danger, she handed her over to Lan Fushang.
Without delay, Gu Jingyang ascended on her sword and used a sound transmission bell to notify all the disciples of Mystic Crane Mountain to retreat and stay away from Dao Rong.
Elder Zeng, seeing the situation, immediately ordered the demons guarding the outer perimeter to advance and replace the cultivators to deal with Dao Rong within.
Jin Quecong did not want to get involved. He rushed to Elder Zeng and roared, “Their Mystic Crane Mountain’s Saint Venerable is causing trouble, and the Mystic Crane Mountain disciples have all fled. Why should our demons handle this mess?”
Elder Zeng knitted his brows. “Do you think that madman will let us off?”
As soon as he spoke, streaks of bright red light flashed across the sky, intertwining and forming a massive net in an instant, like an inverted rattan basket, enveloping everyone.
Jin Quecong saw cultivators who were fleeing in panic collide with the ‘net’. They were immediately entangled by ‘red threads’ and instantly cut into pieces.
“You son of a bitch, what is this? Does this person have any humanity left!” Jin Quecong, even as a demon, had never done anything so cruel!
Was this truly the Saint Venerable of Mystic Crane Mountain who had stepped into the realm of Immortals? Had his brain been stomped flat by the foot that hadn’t crossed over? To commit such a heinous act!
Elder Zeng’s turbid eyes blazed with anger. This madman truly intended to take everyone’s lives here.
That was right, that way no one would know what he had done.
Dead men tell no tales. If people asked what happened that day in the future, it would all be up to that madman to say.
He would probably blame the demons. How hateful! They absolutely could not let him succeed!
“Order the cultivators to retreat, and the demons will follow me!” Elder Zeng made a decisive move, channeling his demonic energy and charging towards Dao Rong.
He could see that Dao Rong, having been struck down from the Qiongdian Peak by Shi Qingqian and A’Ling, was not in a good state. If they joined forces, they might not be able to win.
Jin Quecong cursed in anger and followed. It was indeed true that the cultivators should not go; it would be like offering spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy and golden cores that scoundrel absorbed, the more dangerous it would be for everyone here!
Under the orders of Gu Jingyang and Elder Zeng, the cultivators retreated to the outer perimeter, and the demons advanced to fight Dao Rong to the death.
After setting up a formation, Gu Jingyang temporarily retreated to Lan Fushang’s side. Seeing that she and Apothecary Yang Xia had preliminarily treated A’Ling and Shi Qingqian’s injuries, she quickly took them to Spring Water Peak, a slightly more distant location.
The Peak Master of Spring Water Peak, Jiang Qiuchun, had already perished. The peak’s barrier had also automatically broken. Gu Jingyang quickly re-established a barrier for Spring Water Peak.
Lan Fushang had already used all her strength with healing techniques to treat A’Ling’s wounds. Seeing the sweat on her forehead, A’Ling gratefully said, “Thank you for your hard work, Fushang.”
Lan Fushang repeatedly shook her head. Seeing A’Ling try to get up, she quickly helped her sit up.
Gu Jingyang returned at that moment to check. Seeing that A’Ling could sit up, she finally relaxed the knot in her heart, but the panic within her did not lessen one bit.
Especially as A’Ling’s gaze fell upon Shi Qingqian, whom Apothecary Yang Xia was caring for, she was still unconscious.
Gu Jingyang quickly asked A’Ling what had happened on the Qiongdian Peak. Learning that Shi Qingqian had risked her life to confront Dao Rong made her heart feel even heavier.
Even with all her might, Shi Qingqian had only managed to strike Dao Rong down from the Qiongdian Peak. Could they possibly defeat someone she couldn’t kill?
No matter what, they had to fight even if they couldn’t win.
Gu Jingyang told A’Ling to recover well there. “Be careful, and call me if anything happens. I need to go down and deal with Dao Rong with the demons.”
A’Ling nodded in agreement. “You be careful too!”
Her aura was chaotic and her spiritual energy was in disarray. She had to adjust it quickly. With Shi Qingqian unconscious, it was now her responsibility to protect her.
When Gu Jingyang arrived at Elder Zeng’s side on her sword, he had already retreated to the rear after a round of confrontation with Dao Rong. Other great demons were taking over the attack.
“Elder Zeng, are you alright?” Gu Jingyang asked worriedly.
Elder Zeng waved his hand. “I scouted ahead. Dao Rong should be severely injured now. As long as we don’t let him absorb more cultivators’ spiritual energy and golden cores, we might still have a chance to win!”
Hearing him say this, Gu Jingyang was slightly reassured.
Her plan was to set up a formation at a distance to trap Dao Rong, then let the demons attack, with her cooperating with sorcery. However, fate was not on their side.
Perhaps Dao Rong had just fused with Jiang Qiuchun’s inner core. A powerful surge of inner strength formed a stream of air in the sky, which pierced through the demons in front and swept towards the rear, capturing the cultivators who were setting up formations in the back.
Before they could stop him, another group of cultivators had their golden cores taken. Even Ye Bingfeng narrowly escaped, thanks to Elder Zeng’s quick rescue.
Elder Zeng sighed. This wouldn’t do. He glanced at the cultivator whose golden core had been seized by Dao Rong and thrown into the beast horde. For the first time, his usually peaceful eyes held an intense killing intent.
The beasts, after being fed flesh and blood by Dao Rong, became even more excited and charged at them like madmen.
Elder Zeng closed his eyes tightly and made a decision. He would perish with Dao Rong.
He shouted for everyone to retreat, released all his demonic energy, and became the formation himself. He transformed into energy, like a black fireball burning with dark flames, and charged towards Dao Rong.
His speed was so fast that it created a fierce hurricane, and the trailing dark flames were more spectacular than a meteor streaking across the sky.
Dao Rong immediately noticed the demonic energy bomb. He waved his sleeve, revealing two terrifying bone arms. Using the ground as a prison, magical light swirled in a circle, and his skeletal fingers clasped together. A deep blue energy shield immediately covered Dao Rong within the magical light.
With a deafening roar, Elder Zeng crashed directly into Dao Rong’s shield. A burst of fire shot into the sky, followed by continuous piercing sounds of metal clashing. Clouds of black mist instantly enveloped both figures, making it impossible to see what was happening in the thick smoke.
Gu Jingyang’s heart instantly tightened. She had a bad feeling. Dao Rong’s appearance had been too calm. Elder Zeng might not succeed.
As expected, in the next moment, she saw a burst of fire leap upwards, and a piercing scream echoed all around.
It was Elder Zeng’s.
Gu Jingyang strained to see. The one who was thrown back was Elder Zeng.
Just as she was about to fly to his rescue, she heard a hoarse voice from the sky screaming, “Dodge!”
After being thrown back by Dao Rong, Elder Zeng’s body flew backward uncontrollably. The dark flames on him had reached their limit. He had intended to perish with Dao Rong, and it seemed he realized this, which was why he had propelled himself away at the last moment.
Looking at the approaching demons behind him, Elder Zeng’s aged heart beat unusually fast. In an instant, he made a decision.
With a “boom,” everyone’s hearts trembled. Elder Zeng had self-detonated in the air!
Apothecary Yang Xia watched this scene unfold on Spring Water Peak, powerless. She could only cry out his name in pain, “Jin Zeng—”
So many years of friendship, dead before her eyes, without a word left behind, without even a body or bones, nothing left. A life was just gone.
A’Ling clenched her fists tightly, tears silently falling. She remembered Elder Zeng apologizing to her, everything felt like it was yesterday, and now he was gone.
The blast’s powerful gust blew across various parts of Mystic Crane Mountain, sweeping over Spring Water Peak. The whistling wind sounded like the old man bidding farewell to everyone.
At this moment, everyone’s hearts were filled with sorrow, and their gazes towards Dao Rong were filled with even more anger.
Dao Rong looked at the residual black mist in the sky after the explosion and laughed freely. With a casual wave of his sleeve, a lightning bolt lit up the sky.
“Since you’re all so sad, I’ll do a good deed and send you down to accompany him.”
As his words echoed in the air, the lightning-like light in his palm gradually surged, growing upwards like vines, eventually connecting with the lightning in the sky.
“Not good, defend! Defend quickly!” Gu Jingyang quickly channeled all her spiritual energy and formed a protective shield. Despite this, she was still sent flying hundreds of meters away.
After Dao Rong’s attack, only a handful of people could still stand. Wails and cries mixed together, escaping from the mouths of those crawling on the ground.
Apothecary Yang Xia forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She and Lan Fushang had gone all out, and with the protection of Gu Jingyang’s barrier, they were fine.
Looking at the wailing, heavily injured cultivators and demons below, Apothecary Yang Xia and Lan Fushang shared the same worry and anxiety in their eyes.
A’Ling knew what they were worried about. “Go, I’m fine. I’ll take care of Shi Qingqian. You guys go quickly, the people below need you more.”
She knew that the two of them hadn’t left to save people because they were worried about her and Shi Qingqian. Otherwise, these two who lived by saving lives would not be able to stand by and watch those people get injured.
Lan Fushang hesitated. A’Ling also needed her.
Apothecary Yang Xia glanced at A’Ling, then at Shi Qingqian. There wasn’t much she could do here. It was more urgent to go down and save people.
After Apothecary Yang Xia got up, Lan Fushang also made her decision. After telling A’Ling to be careful, they quickly descended Spring Water Peak to treat the injured.
A’Ling took Shi Qingqian from Apothecary Yang Xia and held her carefully in her arms. Looking at Shi Qingqian’s furrowed brows even in her unconscious state, A’Ling sighed and held her tighter.
Looking into the distance at the tragic scene below, she couldn’t find words to describe it. The thick smell of blood was carried by the wind to Spring Water Peak, causing A’Ling’s heart to ache.
The hand holding Shi Qingqian tightened unconsciously. When she realized it and quickly tried to loosen her grip, she found that the person in her arms had opened her eyes.
“You’re awake,” A’Ling cried out in surprise. “That’s great, you’re awake!”
A smile appeared on A’Ling’s face, but her eyes were filled with tears. As her eyes curved downwards, a tear accidentally fell onto the corner of Shi Qingqian’s lips.
Shi Qingqian tasted bitterness in her mouth and struggled to sit up.
A’Ling quickly pressed her down. “Don’t move, you’re too badly injured.”
Shi Qingqian’s struggling to sit up paused slightly. She gave up on getting up, but adjusted her posture so that A’Ling would be less burdened.
“Does your wound still hurt?” Shi Qingqian looked at A’Ling’s bandaged wound, her eyes flashing with concern.
A’Ling shook her head slightly. “It doesn’t hurt. Fushang must have made some special medicine again. It’s very effective, and it doesn’t hurt at all.” She deliberately tried to appear relaxed so as not to worry Shi Qingqian.
Shi Qingqian chose to believe her. Her gaze shifted with difficulty from A’Ling and saw the bloody and tragic scene below. She saw Dao Rong’s ferocious face, driving the beasts to devour the demons.
She closed her eyes tightly, but such a scene, more tragic than hell, could not be forgotten with just one glance, even with her eyes closed. Not to mention the wails, like the cries of ghosts, constantly reaching her ears with the wind.
Shi Qingqian opened her eyes to look at A’Ling, whose eyes were full of pain. Her heart ached. The scene that she couldn’t bear to look at, how could A’Ling not be sad?
On the Qiongdian Peak, she had given her all. Now, she was powerless to fight. A’Ling’s injuries were also not light. Even if Dao Rong was at the end of his rope, he was still much more powerful than the people below.
What’s more, he still had those beasts. She saw that the beasts around Dao Rong were being controlled by him again.
Now, there was only one way.
Shi Qingqian sighed inwardly and held A’Ling’s wrist. “Give me the thing.” As she spoke, she pried open A’Ling’s tightly clenched fingers one by one, seeing the bloody flesh in her palm, her heart ached even more.
A’Ling heard the sound and felt her hand being held. She looked down at Shi Qingqian, and a flash of pain crossed her eyes. She heard Shi Qingqian’s words.
Her words were fragmented, but for some reason, A’Ling immediately understood.
Shi Qingqian saw the unspoken grief in her eyes and understood everything. “You know now, don’t you?”
A’Ling pursed her lips tightly, remaining silent, only for the tears in her eyes to pour out again.
Shi Qingqian smiled faintly. “I guessed. Sometimes you are unbelievably slow, and sometimes you are very clever.”
Hearing Shi Qingqian’s assessment of her, A’Ling suddenly let out a light laugh, and a large tear fell with it. “I’ll consider it as if you are praising me.”
Shi Qingqian’s smile, which had not reached her eyes before, now flickered there. She gripped A’Ling’s wrist again, her thumb stroking Little Wandering. “Give me the thing.”
She knew that the demon core of the Spirit Mountain Tiger-Headed Spider was inside. As for the Ten Fiend Ghost Soul, she didn’t know where A’Ling had hidden it, but she hoped A’Ling would give it to her.
A’Ling pushed Shi Qingqian’s hand away and covered Little Wandering with one hand, her attitude clear. She did not want to give the item to Shi Qingqian.
Shi Qingqian lowered her gaze to hide the pain in her eyes and asked A’Ling to give her everything again. “There’s no time. Give me the thing.”
Her tone became a little firmer. A’Ling immediately retorted stubbornly, “It’s my magic artifact. Why should I give it to you?”
A’Ling pretended not to know what Shi Qingqian wanted inside, and Shi Qingqian also didn’t know that the Ten Fiend Ghost Soul was also in Little Wandering.
As long as she didn’t hand over Little Wandering, Shi Qingqian wouldn’t get the items.
Shi Qingqian’s feelings were complicated at A’Ling’s current childish behavior. She was happy, knowing that A’Ling didn’t want her to die. But she also knew that if she didn’t die, everyone else would die, including A’Ling.
She couldn’t watch her die in front of her again, absolutely not.
“I refined that.” Shi Qingqian met A’Ling’s gaze and said in a low, trembling voice.
Shi Qingqian had originally intended to keep this secret her entire life, but now, she didn’t know why, she suddenly wanted to reveal it.
“En?” A’Ling fell into Shi Qingqian’s trembling gaze, and her heart also trembled, as if something had pricked her.
Shi Qingqian gazed deeply at A’Ling and repeated, “Little Wandering, it’s a magic artifact I refined.”
A’Ling’s surprise was genuine. She had never thought of this before Shi Qingqian spoke. “What did you say? Speak clearly!” Her tone was a little anxious, and also a little angry.
Since Shi Qingqian had spoken, she naturally wouldn’t hide it anymore. She reached out and rolled up a stained sleeve, revealing a circle of something like a red thread on her wrist.
“This is something you refined. It fell on the carriage.”
A’Ling had seen this ‘red thread’ wrapped around Shi Qingqian’s hand long ago. She had thought it might be something very important, perhaps given by her mother, or a magic artifact with powerful effects.
She never imagined that this was the ‘waste’ she had refined! She recalled seeing Little Wandering in Shi Qingqian’s hand in the carriage and her snatching it over and claiming she had refined it.
It seemed like there was a hint of red beside the overturned refining furnace.
So it was all her misunderstanding. Wait, the reason for her misunderstanding was that in her previous life, Little Wandering was her magic artifact!
So in her previous life, this was also something Shi Qingqian refined. Before she went to the inner sect, she had given it to her.
A’Ling really wanted to ask why Shi Qingqian had given it to her then, but she knew that the person in front of her had no memories of her past life.
This magic artifact that had always accompanied her, giving her confidence when facing Huo Zhen from the Huo family, was actually refined by Shi Qingqian!
A’Ling was speechless for a long time, her voice hoarse. The meaning of Little Wandering to her, to be honest, in her previous life, surpassed everyone. Only it had always accompanied her, protected her, and even ‘loved’ her.
Now, Shi Qingqian was telling her that this item was actually refined by her!
A’Ling opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. She was happy, and she was also sad.
The joy she once felt from refining a peerless magic artifact now felt like a joke!
But this magic artifact had truly accompanied her for two lifetimes!
Shi Qingqian, this person, how could she be so annoying!
A’Ling glared at Shi Qingqian hatefully. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” A’Ling’s “before” also included her previous life.
Shi Qingqian looked at the angry A’Ling and felt some regret.
A’Ling continued to question. “Why are you suddenly telling me now? Do you want me to thank you? Or do you want to tell me that I’m just an idiot, not only unable to refine a top-grade magic artifact, but also foolish enough to mistake someone else’s belongings for my own?!”
Shi Qingqian’s eyes trembled. Looking at the wronged A’Ling, she truly regretted it this time. She shouldn’t have been so selfish.
“I just wanted you to remember me a little longer. Isn’t that very selfish?”
Shi Qingqian smiled bitterly, her eyes filled with pain spreading through the bloodshot. As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, not daring to look at A’Ling.
Her despicable thoughts were exposed at this moment.
A’Ling forcefully turned Shi Qingqian’s head, demanding that she look only at her. “Yes, selfish. So selfish that you want to die for me. You’re so selfish, why didn’t you run?!”
A’Ling’s eyes were red, and the tears she was holding back burst forth like a flood.
“Would you run?” Shi Qingqian retorted, her gaze indicating for A’Ling to look down.
Below were Gu Jingyang, Lan Fushang, her fellow disciples from the Warm Tower Cave Abode, her friends from Hongjian Academy, and many others. With those people there, would she run away with her?
A’Ling did not comply with her wishes and insisted on not looking at the scene below. “You never asked. Perhaps I would be willing to go with you, to flee, regardless of everything here.”
She said with a bitter smile, “It’s not like we haven’t fled before. I’m more experienced at hiding from pursuers than you are.”
Shi Qingqian suddenly smiled, her heart fluttering like butterflies in the spring of the world flying out of colorful flower bushes and into her heart, into her eyes.
A’Ling actually wanted to leave with her.
Just having this thought was enough. Shi Qingqian’s reddened eyes flowed with excited joy.
Under A’Ling’s gaze, Shi Qingqian gently kissed her forehead and looked at the person in front of her with a smile, never asking the question. She would not let A’Ling make such a choice.
A’Ling cried. For the first time in two lifetimes, she cried heartbrokenly, tears streaming down her face like a wronged and frustrated child, desperately wanting to cry out all her pain, to cry her fill.
Her cries, along with the wind blowing on Spring Water Peak, merged with the mournful wails below. Some heartbreaking cries also reached A’Ling’s ears with the wind.
“Mom! Be careful!”
A’Ling abruptly stopped crying. It was Gu Jingyang’s voice, as if confirming her guess. In the next instant, she heard Lan Fushang’s shout.
“Gu Jingyang, be careful!”
A’Ling immediately silenced herself and looked down. Dao Rong had actually used the same sorcery as on the Qiongdian Peak against them: cold light blades, slashing through the sky, dense and rapid, rushing towards Gu Jingyang and the others.
A’Ling panicked. How had he recovered so quickly? Was it because he had seized others’ spiritual energy and golden cores?
Shi Qingqian also saw the scene below and tightened her grip on A’Ling’s hand. “There’s no time. Give me the thing.”
A’Ling didn’t even think about it. She gripped Shi Qingqian back, and this time she no longer hesitated. She pulled Shi Qingqian closer and kissed her forcefully.
Restrained and resolute, as if it were the last moment of her life, as if this kiss were saying goodbye, Shi Qingqian’s heart was twisted like a knife. She tightly embraced her, leaving no gap between them, and returned the kiss.
Shi Qingqian closed her eyes. This was likely the last time she would feel A’Ling’s warmth like this, and the last time she would kiss the only one in her heart.
She regretted her selfishness. She shouldn’t have asked A’Ling to remember her for longer; she should have forgotten her and started a new life. She could always get by and live strongly anywhere. She shouldn’t have made her think of her…
A warmth surged from her chest. Shi Qingqian’s eyes shot open, and she looked at A’Ling, who was closing her eyes and shedding tears, in disbelief.
What was she doing?
Shi Qingqian’s mouth involuntarily opened with the surge of warmth. That warmth passed through her teeth and tongue, and she couldn’t stop it at all.
“What are you doing!” As soon as they separated, Shi Qingqian immediately questioned.
A’Ling covered her lips, then released her hand. She glanced at the Demon Lord’s Tear in her hand and slapped Little Wandering with her palm.
A silver light flashed and exploded into a shower of silver dots, which, like the Ten Fiend Ghost Soul before, all melted into Little Wandering.
Shi Qingqian looked at this scene in surprise, not understanding what A’Ling was doing.
A’Ling saw that the Demon Lord’s Tear had melted into Little Wandering as she had expected. She looked up at Shi Qingqian, her face covered in tears, her eyes still shimmering. Her lips, which had just been passionately kissed, were a peculiar shade of red.
With such a face, the words she spoke were chillingly frightening.
“Do you have any last words?”
Shi Qingqian’s heart skipped a beat. After reacting, bitterness arose. Although she didn’t know why A’Ling was going to such lengths to take the Demon Lord’s Tear, she only had one thing to say regarding last words.
A sentence she hadn’t had the chance to say seriously to A’Ling.
Shi Qingqian leaned forward slightly, enduring the infinite pain and countless reluctance in her heart. She whispered the most cliché words in the world into A’Ling’s ear, but at this moment, she only told them to A’Ling.
The water in A’Ling’s eyes, which had not yet dissipated, gradually spilled out, clearing her eyes. A’Ling nodded, “I know.”
Under Shi Qingqian’s trembling gaze, A’Ling stood up with a solemn expression, looking down at the person on the ground from a superior position.
“After this is over, these three words will be said three times a day, morning, noon, and night. And if I’m in the mood, I’ll add more.”
Shi Qingqian was slightly stunned. How could there be an “after”…
But looking at A’Ling who was earnestly speaking of the future, Shi Qingqian was stunned, then forced a smile, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
“Okay.”
How could it not be okay? If there could be an after…
Unfortunately, there wasn’t.
As her vision gradually blurred with tears, Shi Qingqian could finally no longer see A’Ling’s expression clearly.
A’Ling suddenly took a deep breath, channeled her spiritual energy, and struck towards Shi Qingqian.
Golden light flashed, and silence descended. All things in heaven and earth seemed to disappear at this moment. In the vast world, only A’Ling and Dao Rong remained.
Dao Rong looked at the person in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the sudden emptiness around them. His heart trembled, and a terrifying guess flashed through his mind.
A’Ling tightly gripped Little Wandering. The whip body, which originally only had purple-gold light, now shimmered with white, silver, pale green, and blood-like dark red points of light.
As the light spots flickered, Dao Rong seemed to see blood splashing.
“You killed her! You actually killed her!” Dao Rong clutched his chest, feeling the pressure released by A’Ling’s magic artifact. The boundless power contained within made his knees tremble. He had only experienced this in his previous life, when Shi Qingqian self-detonated.
“She loved you so much, and you killed her?” For the first time, Dao Rong’s eyes showed shock and confusion.
He truly could not believe that the person in front of him had actually killed Shi Qingqian.
A’Ling looked at the golden light-enclosed space. The people of Mystic Crane Mountain had all disappeared. Very good, that way, no one would be accidentally injured.
She looked down at the shimmering Little Wandering. The dark red blood light among them was the most dazzling. A’Ling used all her strength to restrain herself, only then could she endure the pain of remembering it, which could make her faint.
A’Ling looked up at Dao Rong opposite her. Her eyes blazed with fierce anger. She didn’t want to waste another word with this person.
“Die!”
Golden light erupted, immensely powerful. Blade-like lights covered the sky. This time, Dao Rong had nowhere to hide. This sudden appearance of space was like a giant shield. His true body, his Nascent Soul, and even the spiritual consciousness he had painstakingly tried to protect, all of it could not escape.
At the moment of his demise, Dao Rong still could not believe that he had died like this.
Long, long ago, from the first day he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had determined that he would not die.
He would become a god, and he would live forever.
He never imagined that he would die like this, at the hands of a fool whom he considered worthless.
As his body was crushed into dust, Dao Rong struggled in pain, full of resentment. How could he die like this?
If he died like this, who would remember him after ten thousand years?
Perhaps in less than a hundred years, no one would mention that there was once a person whose cultivation was close to godhood, who was compassionate, and who was the only honored one above the Qiongdian Peak.
Would anyone remember him? Many people flashed through Dao Rong’s mind.
The people who would remember him were all dead: his good disciple, the one he briefly liked, and the child he wanted to kill from the moment of her birth.
It was over. Everything was over.