Legend of the Great Sage

Chapter 1594: Fate

Li Qingshan casually crushed a Heretic God’s head, but with how powerful the physiques of Heretic Gods were, they could still recover even if they were sliced to pieces, let alone just having their heads crushed. They could only be slain in a single strike by a divine weapon like the Sword of Xuanyuan.

However, the Heretic God’s headless body tottered around a few times before collapsing on the ground, rotting away like grass.

The other Heretic Gods all paled in fright and came to a sudden halt. From the consciousness right before death of the Heretic God who had his head crushed, there was a great sense of horror that they had never experienced before. It could not be put into words.

“What’s going on? What’s this feeling… supposed to mean? It’s terrifying! So terrifying!”

The sense of fear rapidly grew and spread through their connected consciousness. No one dared to take another step forward. Instead, they backed away, unable to stop trembling.

This was the fear of death!

Unlike other demonfolk, they were born in the Blood maze. They had never experienced the sensation of struggling on the verge of death. They had become Heretic Gods completely under Jiuying’s care, so their lifespans were limitless. Afterwards, they began to resent Jiuying for trapping them here, preventing them from doing as they pleased in the vaster world.

Even when they possessed great strength that surpassed regular Heretic Gods, they were not even as great as Heretic God Baitun in Li Qingshan’s eyes.

The battles of the cultivation community had never just been a contest of strength, but a clash of wills as well.

These noble “children of gods” of extraordinary status seemed powerful and crafty, but they had essentially spent their entire lives in a warm and soft womb. They were even more foolish and cowardly than the lowliest of demonfolk. As soon as they were faced with a true challenge, they revealed their true colours.

“Just as you wished, you’ve been released into this world. Welcome, welcome.” Li Qingshan said indifferently, “Now, after witnessing the cruelty of the world, you can go die.”

His glowing eyes were no longer fixed on these Heretic Gods. Instead, he gazed off into the distance, in the direction of Qingqi mountain. He did not need any guide any more. He knew anything and everything about the Demon domain. He had clearly received Demon God Qiongqi’s killing intent as well.

Now that was the enemy he was about to face. Then he raised his head. His true opponent was even further away, beyond the Nine Heavens, in Sukhāvatī. Perhaps at this exact moment, they were peering down on him.

As for the pieces of trash right before him, just swatting them to death was enough.

With a casual wave of his hand, another Heretic God was smashed to pieces. His organs and bones scattered in the air, and his blood sprayed on the faces of the other Heretic Gods. All of them were stupefied from fright. They all widened their eyes, watching blankly as Li Qingshan approached them.

A black qilin seemed to appear, bringing destruction as it walked over with hovering steps.

The Heretic Gods tried to muster their courage, but how could those who had never experienced fear possess something like that? They were bold enough to betray Jiuying only because they knew they would not face any punishment.

In reality, let alone resisting, they did not even have the courage to flee. They were afraid of becoming Li Qingshan’s prime target.

The Heretic Gods were filled with regret. They regretted betraying their mother, regretted entering this world. They missed the life they spent in the Blood maze.

However, all was too late. The terrifying man strode over.

“Stop! Don’t move! I’m ordering you as a Heretic God!” A Heretic God howled viciously, but he shrank backwards.

Bang! Li Qingshan killed him with a swing of his hand, turning towards the next.

“Sir, I can serve you! I can be useful to you!” A Heretic God sucked up to him.

Bang! Li Qingshan killed him with a swing of his hand, turning towards the next.

“I’m begging you, don’t kill me! I still don’t want to die!” A Heretic God dropped to his knees and pleaded.

Bang! Li Qingshan killed him with a swing of his hand, turning towards the next.

One after another, it was basically even easier than swatting flies. At least flies still knew to flee. They just stood where they were, waiting for Li Qingshan to come and kill them. All they knew how to do was blabber some useless nonsense.

Whenever one of them died, the great horror before death seemed to explode in the hearts of the remaining Heretic Gods like a bomb, such that some of them even fell silent, clutching their heads and laughing away manically, actually frightened into insanity.

In the blink of an eye, the Heretic Gods littered the ground with their corpses. Only one remained.

The final survivor curled up on the ground with his burly body. As Li Qingshan pressed closer, he gradually turned back into a child from being a hideous, vicious-looking man. He screamed, “Mummy! I want mummy!”

He seemed like an innocent and pitiful child. Anyone who saw this would have thought Li Qingshan was a mass murderer.

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Li Qingshan stopped and sighed inaudibly. He also felt like he was a mass murderer.

He raised his right leg and stepped down. With a squelch, he reduced him to mince.

With that, the nine Heretic Gods were all slain. The Blood maze collapsed.

Qian Rongzhi witnessed all of this. She was completely enchanted by it. What a wonderful fate! She gazed at Li Qingshan’s lonely figure and licked her lips. This was probably much more painful than when she bit him!

And during the instant Li Qingshan swallowed the Black Sun Demon Heart, the demonic heavens poured the endless blessings into her body, compensating her for this.

She had completed her duty, offering up a unique “sacrifice”. He would definitely throw the six realms of saṃsāra and the trichiliocosm into an endless war. When she thought up to there, she could not help but laugh aloud, laughing until she cried.

Li Qingshan glanced at her deeply and placed the infant in his arms on the ground. “Take care of him.”

“And then?”

Li Qingshan did not answer her, making his way towards Qingqi mountain alone.

He suddenly remembered the situation when he first met Gu Yanying, recalling the feeling of “falling in love at first sight”. Actually, what he truly fell in love with was the grace and freedom, the feeling of being able to fly to his heart’s content. She had probably already gone on a meteoric rise by now, soaring through the skies of the Daemonic Beast realm freely!

However, fate had given him a path that he had to “take”.

“Then let’s go!”

He no longer gazed at the sky. He stared at the ground beneath him, walking off step by step.

Within the great silence, he heard his own heartbeat again.

The Black Sun Demon Heart thumped away, delivering the endless, oceanic demonic powers into his body.

His scarlet hair drifted in the wind, immediately becoming several times longer, flickering like fire in the fierce gales.

His feet sank as if he was carrying something even heavier than a mountain. He arched his back deeply as every inch of his body swelled. However, he gritted his teeth, firmly repressing the violent power in his body. Every muscle in his body possessed explosive power. He could crush mountains with a single finger and sever rivers with a single hair.

Black runes began to unfold from his chest, growing like vines and spreading like it. They overlapped densely on his chest, forming a profound and eerie image on his back. That was the manifestation of the laws of the Demon domain.

The runes overlapped even further above it, like giving him a layer of war paint, making him seem inhuman. A pair of stripes draped down from his eyes, like the trails of tears.

His canines protruded as his horns curved like the moon, just as vicious and hideous as everything else, enough to inspire a sense of repulsion.

Just as he had guessed, the Black Sun Demon Heart did not just give him power, but the chaos, wickedness, resentment, hatred, and the extremely heavy fate that this demonic land had accumulated over countless years. Right before him awaited endless sins, yet this was the path he had chosen.

He left behind a deep footprint and continued onwards. Even when tribulation lightning rumbled on the horizon, he did not hesitate at all.

He advanced blindly, like a stubborn ox, planting each step deeply into the mud, but never stopping.