After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 149

“You came here, didn’t you, just to find me?”

“Why are you so surprised when I speak to you?”

Unlike the previous obscure demonic language, this ethereal voice, for the first time, clearly entered Qin Qingyi’s ears.

The Demon God?!!

A warning bell rang loudly in Qin Qingyi’s heart.

She was separated from Immortal Venerable Wu Wang, and now the Demon God was speaking to her.

Was this another new conspiracy?

Qin Qingyi looked around. The path she had taken to arrive here had completely vanished, leaving only a wall behind her.

Looking ahead, the tentacles she had just been fighting had disappeared, and a flat path lay before her.

The wall behind her was slowly squeezing in her direction, as if urging her to move forward.

This underground palace was alive.

A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down Qin Qingyi’s forehead.

“Are you afraid?” The voice chuckled.

Qin Qingyi remained silent, only gripping the ‘Liubai’ sword in her hand tighter.

But the next moment, all the surrounding pressure and demonic energy vanished.

In the passage ahead, the perpetually lit lamps on the walls beside her lit up one by one, until the end of the passage.

“Come and see me. I’m waiting for you up ahead.”

“Then… you will know everything…”

After this sentence, no other sound was transmitted.

Qin Qingyi stood still, staring at the front for a few seconds before finally taking a step forward.

As things stood, she no longer had a path back.

Immortal Venerable Wu Wang was separated from her. Her Senior would not be able to find her and would eventually have to search in the direction of the Demon God’s location.

And that voice just now… whatever it was, it possessed a power that could instantly restrain all demonic energy, which she absolutely could not resist head-on. Only by moving forward was there a chance for survival, and perhaps she could still reunite with her Senior.

The brightly lit passage seemed endless, with only her lonely footsteps echoing in the silence.

After walking for about half an hour, the scene suddenly opened up.

In the center of the vast underground space was a circular, gurgling pool of scarlet blood. The overwhelming, sickening smell of blood rushed to her, instantly churning Qin Qingyi’s stomach. The terrifying sight of the blood pool beneath Blackwater Cliff flashed before her eyes, and the miserable fate of countless devoured younglings of various races seemed vividly real.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and the surging anger, her gaze sharply surveying the entire area.

At the center enclosed by the blood pool was an ancient altar. Upon the altar, instead of the expected hideous Demon God image, was an enormous, slowly wriggling mass of flesh.

Five thick tentacles, pulsating with dark red light, extended from the flesh mass, deeply embedded in the surrounding blood pool, seemingly continuously drawing sustenance.

And here, there were no countless cocoons incubating demonic creatures.

“You have finally arrived.”

The ethereal voice sounded again, clearly coming from inside the flesh mass.

Qin Qingyi’s mind tightened, the tip of her sword slightly raised, and she said coldly, “Are you the Demon God? You lured me here.”

The flesh mass was silent for a moment, and the voice seemed to carry a hint of complex emotion: “You may call me ‘Demon God’… This body indeed holds the power of the Demon God.”

Qin Qingyi frowned, keenly catching the opponent’s choice of words: “You?”

“Yes, I.”

The voice softened, carrying an indescribable fatigue and… sorrow?

The peculiar feeling in Qin Qingyi’s heart resurfaced. She tightly guarded her mind, preventing her thoughts from being probed, but the scene before her and the aura she sensed were truly vastly different from her past experiences and understanding.

“You are puzzled.” The voice revealed her thoughts. “Because this place, because of me, is different from what you know and perceive.”

Qin Qingyi felt heavy in her chest.

The voice before her indeed gave her a very strange feeling.

This was not the first time she had interacted with the Demon God. When the Immortal-Demon War first began, she fell into the blood pool under Blackwater Cliff and once encountered the Demon God’s head. But at that time, chaos, evil, and all negative feelings were mixed together, making one feel their Dao heart would become unstable just by approaching.

Now, it was… very clean.

Yes, the flesh mass before her gave her a very clean feeling.

Although still intensely demonic, it was very clean.

There wasn’t that sense of gloom and stickiness, completely unlike what she felt by Moon Lake, like the purity of a newborn child, except that it happened to be a demon.

“You seem very surprised?”

The voice spoke again.

Qin Qingyi paused slightly; this thing seemed to see through her thoughts.

“I do have the ability to perceive human hearts, but don’t be afraid, I will not attack you.”

Qin Qingyi frowned, remaining vigilant. She tried her best to restrain her inner thoughts, lest the other party perceive them again.

“You told me to come here, saying you would let me know all the truth.” Qin Qingyi stood at the foot of the altar steps, raising her voice towards the flesh mass on the altar, “Now I am here.”

She walked step by step towards the top of the altar, until she stopped in front of the flesh mass.

The knuckles of her sword-holding hand were slightly white, and Qin Qingyi held her breath. The wriggling flesh mass before her emanated an aura completely different from her cognition, and entirely different from all other demons—

Pure to the point of being almost innocent, yet possessing an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Qin Qingyi said softly, “Tell me… the truth.”

Everything: the Demon Race, the Xuanyian Realm, the Upper Realm, Ascension… and her and her Junior Sister, everything.

All the truth.

The flesh mass rippled as if breathing, and the voice echoed strangely: “I will tell you about you, about the Demon Race… everything.”

The tentacles connected to the flesh mass suddenly rose simultaneously, their tips not in an attacking posture, but gently pointing towards the blood pool. The viscous blood separated, revealing a clear scene—

It was none other than Immortal Venerable Wu Wang, with whom she had just been separated.

Immortal Venerable Wu Wang’s remnant soul was solidified, her face covered in frost, hurrying through a passage similarly illuminated by perpetually lit lamps.

By the direction, it was this place.

Seeing that Immortal Venerable Wu Wang was safe, Qin Qingyi felt a release of tension in her heart, which immediately tightened again: “What exactly do you intend to do?”

She was increasingly unable to understand what the Demon God before her wanted.

“I merely want to tell you that I bear no ill will.”

One of the tentacles connected to the flesh mass gently lifted, pointing again at the surging blood pool. Immortal Venerable Wu Wang’s projection had disappeared: “Look at this blood pool. You find it evil and filthy, don’t you? It is indeed formed by the blood of countless living beings… but look closely.”

Qin Qingyi focused her gaze, observing despite her discomfort.

She saw that the scarlet liquid absorbed by the tentacle seemed to pass through an extremely faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of light before flowing into the flesh mass. Some extremely tiny black impurities were stripped away, silently dissipating into the air. And the blood pool itself, though its aura was terrifying, had an unusually scarce amount of the insane intent that breeds demons and twists minds.

“This is…” Qin Qingyi was astonished.

“Purification.”

The Demon God’s voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness, “Purifying… to the best of my ability.”

Qin Qingyi’s heart violently shook, and her grip on the sword loosened slightly, but her vigilance did not decrease: “Why would you do this?”

The flesh mass wriggled violently, as if under immense internal pressure, and the voice became intermittent: “Because destruction… was not my intention… I tried to stop it, but I failed.”

A profound, bone-deep sorrow emanated from the voice. The emotion was so real that Qin Qingyi’s heart trembled slightly.

“Stop it?” Qin Qingyi murmured the two words.

The sense of strangeness welled up again. She was reluctant to believe all this.

The Demon God’s voice became reminiscent: “I once had a home too.”

The image in the blood pool shifted again, reflecting a strange and magnificent scene different from the Xuanyian Realm: dim yet brilliant cities, winding luminous rivers, and elegant forms of life, completely different from the Xuanyian Realm, but still living peacefully.

Qin Qingyi watched, captivated.

“This is… the Demon Realm?”

Demon God: “Indeed, this was my former home. It has a beautiful name; we called it—Moxisoco.”

“In your language, it means ‘Beautiful Home’.”

Qin Qingyi listened intently, not interrupting.

“My sister and I lived happily in Moxisoco… until—a meteor shower destroyed everything.”

The beautiful scene in the image suddenly shattered. Endless void storms and burning meteors tore apart all the beauty. “Our home collapsed, and most of our kin died in the disaster… Only a very small number of survivors, including my sister and I, who were still young at the time, were cast into the temporal-spatial turbulence and fell into this realm.”

“The spiritual energy of this realm is incompatible with our race’s origin, making the path of cultivation difficult. Worse, we later discovered that our kin had already been contaminated by that disaster…”

The image turned dark and bloody. The surviving demons began to mutate, their power becoming violent, and their minds corrupted by pain and resentment.

“I originally did not want to wage war, but my sister died shortly after due to the contamination. My heart ached, so I placed her demon soul into my heart to nurture.”

“But… I caused a great disaster. My sister, she endured too much suffering, leaving only the obsession with destruction… She believed that only by destroying all realms could the Demon Race’s home be rebuilt, and that endless pain be quelled. She seized my body and launched a war against the human race.”

The scene changed again. This time it was the one familiar to Qin Qingyi: after the Demon Race launched the war, they extensively slaughtered the human race. Due to a lack of preparation, most human cultivators died, and the Xuanyian Realm was plunged into darkness, ushering in a hundred years of cold winter.

The scene faded.

Having said this, the voice from the flesh mass shifted the topic: “Haven’t you always wanted to know why you and your Junior Sister Zhou Zhixue were chosen by the Heavenly Dao?”

Hearing the other party mention Zhou Zhixue’s name, Qin Qingyi couldn’t help but look at the flesh mass again.

She saw one of the tentacles connected to the flesh mass tremble slightly, and a drop of scarlet blood with a strange golden glow seeped from the tip, suspended in the air, and slowly flew towards her.

The aura emanating from the blood drop caused the ‘Liubai’ sword in Qin Qingyi’s hand to emit a low hum, which was both a warning and a hint of indescribable resonance.

“This is…” Qin Qingyi stared at the drop of blood, her heart inexplicably pounding.

“This is my source blood, and also… the key that can tell you the truth.” The Demon God’s voice carried a sense of undeniable fate: “Touch it, and you will understand why you were chosen, and why I specifically led you here.”

Qin Qingyi’s fingertips trembled slightly. Logic told her this was likely a trap, but a voice deep in her heart frantically urged her to approach. It was an attraction stemming from her bloodline.

Just as she hesitated—

“Qingyi! Step back!”

A familiar, clear voice broke through the air, carrying the Intent of the Killing Dao, slashing straight at the suspended blood drop!

Qin Qingyi instinctively retreated a few steps, allowing the sword light to obliterate the blood drop.

“Senior?!”

Qin Qingyi was both surprised and delighted. Although she had known earlier that Immortal Venerable Wu Wang was rushing towards this place, the reunion now still boosted her morale.

Immortal Venerable Wu Wang pulled her behind her to shield her, her expression one of disgust as she looked at the demonic flesh mass before them: “You disgusting insect of the Demon Race, how dare you try to tempt a junior of my clan! What is your intention in luring her here?!”

Because Qin Qingyi insisted on not acknowledging a second master, Immortal Venerable Wu Wang naturally could not shamelessly call her own disciple. For a long time, she had only considered herself a Senior of the Demon Race.

Even though she had long regarded Qin Qingyi as her disciple and had generously imparted her entire Dao tradition, she never overstepped the bounds in her words.

The dispersed blood drop did not vanish but traced an arc in the air, returning into the flesh mass. The Demon God’s voice sounded again, not angry, but rather with a hint of helplessness and… understanding?

Immortal Venerable Wu Wang’s gaze was cold. She scanned Qin Qingyi to ensure she was unharmed, but the momentum of her sword did not slow, pointing directly at the flesh mass, demanding an explanation.

“My intention for her is… to end all of this.”