After Escaping From Death, He Went Even Crazier By Criticizing Black Lotus Chapter 47
byChapter 47: Three Edicts from the God
The sky changed, and endless demonic energy surged from the abyss, yet it was enveloped by a golden light connecting heaven and earth, unable to advance even an inch.
In a flash, the wind rose, and six golden leaves flew toward the golden light, where they were steadily caught.
The Demon Lord raised his hand, and the golden leaves flew back, transforming into a book the size of a palm.
He looked at Su Huan, his voice thick with blood and tears: “Divine Lord, I truly hate you.”
Nangong Yi, hearing this, was stunned. Hate?
The historical records clearly stated that the Divine Lord was deceived by the demon race, committed a mistake, and after being exposed by a mortal through a wager, awoke in remorse. He ultimately committed suicide in the Divine Temple, using his own life to cleanse the filth and restore clarity to the world.
If anyone should speak of hate, it should be the Divine Lord. Why was it the Demon Lord speaking of hate today?
Inside the abyss, the demon army roared, and monstrous demonic energy transformed into a devouring beast that lunged forward. Su Huan stood opposite the demon race, summoning the Haoxue Sword to block the assault. With one strike, he severed the beast’s four limbs; with another, he cut its body; and with a third, he shattered its head. The vast demonic energy instantly dissipated.
Yet, a trace of fresh blood spilled from his lips.
Nangong Yi saw the sudden blood and was aghast. The Demon Lord was also stunned.
Legend had it that only a god could injure a god. If Su Huan truly was the Cangxuan Divine Lord, how could he be wounded?
Su Huan wiped the blood from his mouth, his long sword sharp, his eyes holding the resolve to die.
He pointed the sword tip at the Demon Lord and said, “Yin Li, the Zijingling clan once served and followed me. I only punished you by sending you to the Barren Realm instead of wiping you out completely, out of consideration for old ties. Do not make the same mistake again.”
The Demon Lord laughed bitterly upon hearing this: “Mistake? May I ask the Divine Lord, what mistake did my Zijingling clan commit? What exactly did we do wrong to receive such a heavy punishment!”
Su Huan narrowed his eyes, his patience exhausted: “You refuse to repent.”
However, the next second, he was shaken by the Demon Lord’s words.
The Demon Lord’s beautiful eyes were filled with resentment. He said, “I counted the days and nights in the Barren Realm for 130,000 years. I thought about it every day, but I could never understand why the Zijingling became the demon race, hated by all? And why did you suddenly abandon us…”
Su Huan was taken aback: “You don’t know what happened back then?”
How could that be possible? Without Yin Li’s instruction, how would his clansmen dare to wantonly pollute innocent people?
But then he thought of himself, and the aristocratic families who had deceived him tens of thousands of years ago.
He looked at Yin Li with a hint of shared sorrow.
Nangong Yi also found it unbelievable: “Legend says that tens of thousands of years ago, the demon race deceived the Cangxuan Divine Lord… They secretly used demon seeds to slaughter innocent people, attempting to carry out the will of a false god. Were you truly unaware?”
“False god?” The Demon Lord suddenly looked at him, then at the frost-haired youth who had not refuted the claim. Seeing the youth nod, the Demon Lord’s deep resentment instantly froze, and he looked somewhat lost: “…I truly did not know.”
For a moment, the Demon Lord felt shocked, feeling that his tens of thousands of years of resentment were stuck in place, unable to dissipate or be vented.
His beautiful face furrowed as he explained, “The Zijingling clan takes on all the evil desires of the world for the Divine Lord, especially the clan leader. Therefore, I often fall into slumber because of it.”
After speaking, he looked at Su Huan’s expression, but did not see much surprise, only a look that suggested, “As expected.”
Nangong Yi asked him, “If that is the case, who governed in your place during your slumber?”
The Demon Lord glanced at him indifferently and said, “All the Zijingling clansmen.”
Before being banished to the Barren Realm, the Zijingling clan always lived in seclusion, existing to make clothes for the Divine Lord. Their customs were simple and kind. When the clan leader was absent, they governed themselves and there was little struggle for power.
Nangong Yi was startled, and an impossible conjecture surfaced in his mind, yet he found it preposterous.
Suddenly, an arrow shot toward Su Huan. Simultaneously, an unfamiliar inner disciple of the Xuanji Sect rushed out and shattered it with a sword.
The inner disciple looked at him with dark, deep eyes, silently asking about his safety with a cold gaze.
He looked like a youth who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Su Huan shook his head, indicating he was fine, and looked in the direction the arrow had come from.
The archer was a young demon, inconspicuous among the vast army, yet visible at a glance.
His eyes filled with hatred, he shouted, “Cangxuan has appeared! Everyone, attack quickly! As long as we kill him, we won’t have to endure this torment anymore!”
Unexpectedly, his call was met with a massive response.
The impossible conjecture in Nangong Yi’s mind was confirmed—all the demons were deceiving the Demon Lord.
Thousands of soldiers charged toward the white-haired youth.
The Demon Lord waved his hand, forcing back his subordinates who were rushing into battle, almost unable to believe it: “Impudence! What are you doing?!”
The twelve Demon Generals who followed him also looked astonished, watching their resentful kin, their faces showing confusion and helplessness.
The terrifying thing was that the thousands of demon soldiers also turned their blades and arrows toward them, their eyes filled with long-suppressed disgust, shouting in unison:
“Kill Cangxuan, lift the curse!”
“Kill Cangxuan, lift the curse!”
A curse?
Su Huan pondered for a moment and understood what they meant, but he found it utterly ridiculous.
In the past, the Zijingling clan came to the Divine Temple, begging to share the pain of containing evil desires for him, claiming they wanted to be the most devout and loyal believers in the world. Now they claimed this was a curse he had inflicted.
But looking again at the current Zijingling clansmen, apart from the twelve Demon Generals, they were all unfamiliar, young faces.
There was no faith in their eyes toward him, only hatred.
Su Huan understood immediately.
The Zijingling clansmen who believed in him had all perished. The new generation of citizens no longer easily believed in gods, because he had brought them an innate “curse.”
Over time, faith had turned into hatred.
Thinking of this, Su Huan suddenly recalled the words the priest had taught him: “As a god, you must bear the responsibility of being a god.”
When the Zijingling pleaded, he had lazily shirked his responsibility onto them.
It was his momentary negligence that had caused the current situation.
The Demon Lord and the twelve Demon Generals stood in front of him, explaining, “That is not a curse, it was the Divine Lord’s grace from the past!”
But their kin did not believe them. They only knew that the strangeness and pain in their bodies originated from this white-haired, gold-marked “god” before them.
Thus, a world-ending war of the demon race turned into a crusade against him.
Su Huan looked at the Zijingling clansmen screaming for his death and recalled the world-ending outcome of his previous life. He couldn’t help but ask, “If I had not appeared today, what would you have done?”
The archer youth froze, then said bitterly, “You should be glad you are still alive. Otherwise, the mortals you protect would have suffered our vengeance in your stead!”
It was one person speaking, yet it sounded like thousands.
Su Huan closed his eyes in sorrow.
The aristocratic families deceiving him in the past was because he taught them immortal spiritual techniques, fostering monstrous greed and evil. Now, the demon race causing chaos across the Seven Continents and Four Seas was also because he burdened them with evil desires, causing them unbearable pain.
He truly was not a good Divine Lord.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the countless Zijingling clansmen before him and said, “I will lift the divine edicts upon you and grant you all freedom.”
At these words, the thousands of demon soldiers fell silent for a moment, then erupted in noise again.
“What good is lifting it? Can our suffering be wiped clean just like that!”
“We must make you taste the torment of being plagued by evil desires!”
“Only your death can appease the hatred in our hearts!”
…
“Very well.”
Su Huan agreed and stepped forward alone.
All the demon soldiers fell silent. Everyone around him looked at him in astonishment.
The Demon Lord Yin Li was aghast and cried out in sorrow: “Divine Lord, you must not!”
Nangong Yi also stepped forward to stop him: “They are forcing you to die. Why would you agree?”
Yin Li coldly swept his gaze over the thousands of soldiers who had turned against him: “I will clean house right now…”
Su Huan raised his hand to stop him.
He said, “My mistakes should be borne by me.”
Nangong Yi frowned: “But…”
Su Huan gently reassured him with his eyes, then turned to face the thousands of demon soldiers.
The mark on his brow suddenly burst forth with brilliant golden light, scattering the will of a god upon the crowd.
He declared: “From this day forth, there shall be no demons in the world.”
Between heaven and earth, a golden edict flew toward the sky. His snow-like white hair seemed to lighten slightly.
He continued: “All those who cultivate spiritual arts shall take saving the world and aiding the people as their duty. Those who commit evil shall bear the consequences of their karma.”
The second edict flew toward the sky. His long, snowy hair became faint, like nothingness, and his phantom image drifted with the wind.
Just then, a hand seized Su Huan’s wrist.
Su Huan turned back and met a pair of dark eyes.
In that instant, he understood who the person was.
Not a familiar face, but a familiar soul.
The youth gripped his wrist, his voice trembling: “Don’t say anything more…”
Tens of thousands of years of reincarnation had worn away most of his divine power. The first two divine edicts were already a strain. If he forcibly issued a third, Brother A’Qing would truly die.
At this moment, he wished he could take Brother A’Qing’s place, but he held the divine position without the authority to exercise divine power.
Because from the very beginning, his authority had been fixed in the Sea of No Delusion.
Su Huan gently patted the arm to comfort him, and with unwavering resolve, spoke the third edict—
“All those who seek immortality and the Dao shall be judged by the magnitude of their merit, not by the height of their cultivation.”
Suddenly, a massive explosion sounded from the center of the secret realm.
The force was so great that the entire secret realm shook violently, beginning to collapse.
A hint of surprise flashed in Nangong Yi’s eyes, and his expression grew solemn: “We’re in trouble, the secret realm is starting to collapse! We need to get out quickly!”
Once the secret realm collapsed, everyone inside would be swept into the spatial rifts and would surely die.
On the undulating hills, a figure slowly appeared, calling out to the Demon Lord with a smile: “Father.”
It was none other than Yin Zhu, the chief disciple of the Xuanji Sect.
Nangong Yi was deeply shocked. The chief disciple of the Xuanji Sect was the Demon Lord’s son?!
The Demon Lord frowned, his eyes slightly narrowed: “You want to kill me?”
A blood-red demonic mark appeared on Yin Zhu’s forehead. Although he was trembling with pain, he still smiled and said, “Yes. Only by killing you can I gain freedom.”
The Demon Lord sneered: “With your cultivation, you cannot kill me.”
Yin Zhu was completely unfazed. He slowly revealed a sword and said, “I can’t kill you, but this can.”
When the Demon Lord saw the sword’s name, his pupils contracted, and he abruptly looked at Su Huan.
Su Huan looked at the sword in his hand and frowned: “The Chaoyang Divine Sword.”
Yin Zhu’s gaze shifted to him. After seeing his face, a hint of suppression flashed, and the upward curve of his lips gradually smoothed out: “So the Divine Lord is truly still alive. So you are the god, Junior Brother Su.”
Yin Zhu casually swung the sword a few times. The swift divine power created several ravines among the thousands of soldiers, causing countless casualties instantly.
The twelve Demon Generals were heartbroken: “If you want to kill the Demon Lord, then kill him! Why injure our own clansmen?!”
Yin Zhu scoffed: “I have already shown mercy by letting this group of evil people who deceive their superiors and bully the young live until now.”
At these words, the twelve Demon Generals choked. The Demon Lord, however, looked thoughtful.
It seemed these clansmen, dissatisfied with him over the Divine Lord incident, dared not act out, so they privately vented all their anger on his son.
The smile had vanished from Yin Zhu’s face. He looked viciously at everyone present and said, “Today, all of you must die!”
Several sword energies were unleashed again. The Demon Lord was unable to dodge and was struck on the shoulder by one, instantly severing an arm.
The entire secret realm had largely collapsed. The immortal sect cultivators scattered throughout the realm, unaware of the truth, all assumed the demon race was responsible. They rushed to stabilize the realm, opening transmission channels to quickly send their disciples out.
The demon race was not so lucky. They were scattered and routed by the immense power of the sword energy, looking fearfully at the young master they had once oppressed.
Amidst the chaos of war, a soft sigh sounded.
A void, compassionate voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
He said: “This is the last time I will shelter you.”
In an instant, a blinding white light engulfed everyone. Time seemed to stand still, and the entire world was reduced to a blank void.
When everyone regained their senses, they had arrived at a Divine Temple.
Nangong Yi recovered and looked at the white-haired youth who had fallen onto the divine throne, his heart complex.
The divine light was gone now, and snow fell silently outside the temple.
Suddenly, a person holding a knife stabbed toward the divine throne, shouting with hatred: “I don’t believe your nonsense! Go to hell!”
“Brother A’Qing!”
“Divine Lord!”
“Daoist Su!”
Pfft—
Su Huan was already exhausted. The sudden knife plunged into his heart, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
He turned to look at the attacker. It was the youth who had shot the arrow at him.
The youth had been prepared to die, but seeing Su Huan spit blood, he felt a sense of disbelief. The high and mighty god had actually been injured by him?!
Seeing the god look at him, he instinctively flinched, but quickly, ecstasy surged through him, and he stabbed again with force: “Damn Divine Lord, die!”
Xiao Jianming’s eyes were splitting with rage. He kicked the person off the divine throne. The Demon Lord snapped out of his daze, striking the attacker with a sleeve, reducing him to ashes. He rushed forward, kneeling, trying to staunch Su Huan’s wounds, his voice filled with grief: “Divine Lord…”
Su Huan was stunned. After recovering, he slowly grasped the blade, using his remaining strength to utter his final words—
“All edicts, execute immediately.”
Puchi—
The demonic blade was pulled out.
As blood splattered onto the divine throne, the dense demon army inside the Divine Temple was instantly annihilated by the thunderbolts that suddenly struck from the heavens.
The crime of regicide, a heinous offense.
Thunder rolled, echoing throughout the entire cultivation world.
Every time the thunder sounded, a great villain took on his karma and was reduced to dust.
A sudden, fierce rain mixed with broken snow began to fall between heaven and earth. A cold wind blew into the temple, scattering a few flakes onto the empty divine throne.
A drop of rainwater landed on the lotus heart mark on the Divine Lord’s forehead. The still-warm corpse slowly slid down the long steps. Everyone rushed forward in panic, but an unknown Xuanji Sect disciple snatched the body away, vanishing without a trace overnight.
Seven days later, the Chaoyang Sword Spirit, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, wept sorrowfully and angrily drove everyone out of the Divine Temple.
However, just as the last person stepped out of the temple, the entire Divine Temple instantly collapsed with a roar. After the flying dust settled, only a few ruins remained, leaving everyone aghast.
The following spring, cultivators from various sects had grown accustomed to traveling far and wide, upholding justice. The common people lived in peace and prosperity, singing and dancing. Everything was harmonious.
It was just that, from now on, no god would shelter them.
Author’s Note: Next chapter, he resurrects and becomes an immortal!