GB Chapter 55

The Cape was a solitary island at sea, covered by a massive array formation. Outside the formation, reefs and whirlpools were dense, making it impossible even for the most skilled sea creatures to enter. Inside, however, it was as if they were isolated from the world, the wind calm and the waves gentle. To the south, the sun shone brightly, giving a spring-like radiance, while to the north, the moon and stars shone quietly. Although the sun and moon shared the sky, it was exactly the opposite of the Realm of the End of the World.

According to Lüling, the Ghost Goddess only walked in the flower sea on the sunny side, while the night area where they were was a place where evil ghosts roamed freely.

Seeming afraid that they wouldn’t understand how terrifying these evil ghosts were, he emphasized his warning, “I’ve seen it several times; they are truly terrifying evil ghosts. As soon as they see a ghost, they devour it. At midnight, this place is filled with screams and wails.”

Lüling could linger near the Cape day and night precisely because, as a spirit born from heavenly tribulation, he had no physical form and was not afraid of thunderclouds. Although he admired that this guy had stayed here for decades just for a glimpse of a beauty he had only seen a few times, Zhuge Qingtian couldn’t help but voice his question, “According to the legend that the Ghost Goddess feeds on ghosts, aren’t the evil ghosts here more like the real Ghost Goddess than the beauty you saw?”

“What? Is that also a possibility?”

His logic was perfectly normal, but who would have thought Lüling would be so shocked? Even the faint currents of electricity at the ends of his hair crackled with alarm.

“You hadn’t even considered it?”

Compared to him, Zhuge Qingtian was the one who felt like he’d been struck by lightning. If a normal person saw both a beauty and a man-eating ghost, wouldn’t they think the beauty was a ghost hiding in the sunlight?

It was unclear whether ghosts and spirits were naturally at odds, but whenever Zhuge Qingtian encountered Lüling, chaos would ensue. Casting a glance at them as if watching children squabbling, Qianren calmly said, “Before Lüling, only the God of Lamentation had come to this place. Perhaps what he saw was the night section.”

It was strange, but although Lüling always annoyed Zhuge Qingtian to the point of gritting his teeth with his inexplicable actions, he was quite normal when he was with Qianren. This time, he was instantly delighted and said, “You’re so smart, it must be like that! If I save her this time, wouldn’t I have a chance to ask her name?”

This old fellow was indeed just opposing him. He never interrupted when his master was alone, but as soon as they had a chance to say a few loving words, he would always suddenly pop up and interrupt them. Was it intentional or was it just his nature? Although either answer made him want to eliminate this guy.

Gritting his teeth as he looked at the old spirit in purple, Zhuge Qingtian had no intention of holding back and said disdainfully, “You haven’t been around for a short time, but you’re so infatuated with a beauty. Have you no shame?”

According to the God of Lamentation, Lüling’s obsession with that woman was like being possessed. Sure enough, he immediately became enraged and said, “You don’t understand her unparalleled beauty! I will spend my entire life pursuing her!”

Just seeing her face made him treat her like a lifelong love. If this guy was born into the royal family, he would surely be an absolute tyrant who would choose beauty over the kingdom.

Muttering these thoughts to himself, Zhuge Qingtian ultimately did not continue to argue with him. While the annoying spirit was rambling about the woman’s beauty, he decisively found an opening and moved next to Qianren. He then grabbed the man’s arm and said, “Master, don’t worry, in my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful person in the world.”

As expected, Qianren’s mouth twitched when he heard this. He received the questioning look of his master, “Are you blind?” He smiled slightly and then expectantly asked, “Aren’t you going to say something in return?”

Come on, praise me, pile on the compliments! Don’t stop!

From his expression alone, Qianren understood these hidden intentions. However, as one of the few normal people in the Demonic Cult who still valued their face, he couldn’t engage in mutual praise with this person. In the end, he only answered seriously, “You can draw the kind of face you want yourself, and I will create a physical body according to your ideas.”

Zhuge Qingtian had originally just been chatting casually because he saw Qianren being quiet, afraid that he would feel lonely. Who knew he would hear these words? He bit his lip slightly and finally asked hesitantly, “If I use my own face…”

After all, he had always looked like this since he was little. If he could, he would, of course, like to regain his own face. However, Zhao Jicheng had already used his appearance to roam the world for many years. If he changed back, Qianren, who was used to being enemies with the Tian Shu Pavilion, might find it rather strange.

However, Qianren’s response immediately made him realize that this worry was unnecessary, “Draw it when you have time, I don’t really remember what Zhao Huai’an looked like.”

Okay, he had overestimated the presence of the Tian Shu Pavilion.

Silently mourning his younger brother who thought he was a major enemy of the Demonic Cult, Zhuge Qingtian thought for a moment and changed the topic, saying, “I never thought that day and night could exist simultaneously. It’s no wonder the ancients called this place the end of the world.”

“When I was little, the classics all said that the sky was round and the earth was square, but Master told me that the world was round. I thought that was just him teasing me, but it turns out it was true. The end is the beginning, and the cape is also the end of the world.”

He thought that talking about scenery wouldn’t go wrong no matter what, but Qianren actually sighed a few times. If it was before he lost his memories, Zhuge Qingtian probably wouldn’t have been able to understand. Now, however, he instantly understood his feelings. Looking at this miraculous sky, he sighed, “The immortals who created the world are truly cunning. They connected the sky like this, so if cultivators can’t give up everything and jump from the sky, they might forever think that the world is endless. However, discovering these secrets hidden behind the world with your own eyes is also part of the fun of cultivation.”

Perhaps because he was used to his amnesiac state, Qianren rarely treated this person as a powerful cultivator. Now that he saw him in sync with his thoughts without any difficulty, he recalled that Zhao Huai’an of the past was also an expert who had reached the Nascent Soul stage. Talking with like-minded people is always easier, so he asked, “Do you think cultivation is fun?”

“Although at first it was just because I couldn’t survive without cultivating, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, I discovered that cultivation itself is a fun thing. At that time, I wanted to step through every magical place in the historical records and use my own eyes to understand this world where I had lived. It’s just a pity that I didn’t have time to leave the Tian Shu Pavilion until my death.”

Every cultivator had a strong interest in heaven and earth. Even if they couldn’t escape the love-hate entanglements between people, there was always a desire in their hearts to escape the mundane world and explore the mysteries of the Tao. This was a romance only cultivators possessed. Zhuge Qingtian naturally understood this. He didn’t joke anymore, but instead, he spoke his past feelings, and then softly asked, “Master said he was seeking the Dao. We’ve traveled so many places together; have you made any breakthroughs?”

Seeking the Dao? Although it was just an excuse to avoid the Demonic Cult’s infighting, it seemed that he had truly begun to understand it on this journey.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Qianren reached out to touch the young man’s cheek, his gaze was softer than it had ever been before, “After meeting you, I finally remembered my original intentions when establishing my Dao. It was neither about right or wrong, nor about great righteousness. It was about obtaining the power to protect the person I care about at all costs. That’s all I want.”

This was the real reason he had been stuck in a bottleneck. His master was already strong enough not to need any protection, and his brotherly feelings for You Jiang were not at the point where he would go with him through life and death. There was no one else in his life, but he was unwilling to let another stranger into his heart. His Dao heart was born to protect, but he could not find anyone to protect, so he naturally could only stagnate in confusion.

Fortunately, he met Zhuge Qingtian. This person was not afraid of his dangerous background, which made others avoid him, nor was he deterred by his cold exterior that protected himself. He had actively entered Bi Qianren’s world. Demonic cultivators were very selfish beings. They were domineering, willful, and reckless. No matter what, they would hold tightly onto the things that belonged to them, never sharing them with anyone. Since Zhuge Qingtian had entered his world, he could only stay with him until the end of time. This was the price of provoking a demon.

When a demonic cultivator had desires, he could explode with terrifying power because of them. The demon lord of the past chose to let the world be drenched in blood and became the most terrifying legend in the martial world because of this. And now, Qianren had come before the demon lord because of this.

Following the guidance of the demon blood, they quickly found the blood pool that Lüling had spoken of. The dark blood happily merged with its kind, and the originally silent blood pool suddenly became lively. The rolling waves of blood surged toward the shore, seemingly eager to return to their master’s body. Along with the movements of the blood pool, a suffocating, bloody smell spread out. However, Qianren did not shy away from the blood that could devour all things. He only walked step by step toward the man in black who was sitting by the pool.

It was a corpse that had long since passed away. With his many years of experience, he could tell at a glance that the man had died from his Dantian being shattered by heavenly thunder, causing his cultivation to scatter. However, the demon blood was still unwilling to leave its master. Even after a hundred years, it still preserved his corpse here, as if this way he could return again.

Before setting out, Qianren had asked his master about his true identity. At that time, He Huan only replied, “You will understand when you see the demon lord.”

Qianren knew that if there was danger ahead, his master would have reminded him. However, he ultimately didn’t really believe that a demon would have any good intentions. It was only now that he realized that his master had not lied to him.

The man in his sight had a face that was extremely similar to his own. His left hand was still in a posture of holding a baby, while his right hand was lightly placed on the ground. On the ground in front of him, many marks of words were left. Some were crossed out, and some were hesitantly selected. It was clear at a glance that these were the names he had chosen for his child. Following the fingertips of the dead man, the three words that were most familiar to him deeply entered his vision – Bi Qianren.

A cliff stands a thousand feet high, those without desires are strong.

This was the name that the demon lord, who had once let his desires run rampant, had given to his child, after much consideration, at the end of his life.

He Huan had not deceived his disciple. Demon blood was indeed the demon lord’s deepest love for his son. Even in death, his blood still protected this child on this island for hundreds of years. Until he was unexpectedly brought into the world by He Huan, it was still hidden in his body, never letting go of anyone who would harm this child.

The Heavenly Cape blood pool was a deadly place for any powerful cultivator. The only person who could come and go freely was Bi Qianren, the son of the demon lord.

This was the reason why He Huan had allowed Qianren to go to the Realm of the End of the World. The demon lord was indeed heartless and cruel, but he had only one son, Qianren. If it was something his son wanted, no matter how rare the treasure was, the demon lord would definitely give it to him.

Qianren had long forgotten anything about his infancy. He looked down at the demon blood that had once caused him endless troubles yet had given him his strongest power. In the end, he only grasped the hand of the demon lord that was drooping to the ground, softly saying,

“Father, I’m back.”

The author has something to say: The demon lord: Heh, want to take Underworld Soil from my treasure vault? Come and snatch it if you have the ability, if you can’t then you are my son.

Qianren: Dad.

Demon lord: You win, take it!

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