The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 110

Chapter 110

The sudden attack by Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen was completely unexpected by everyone. A large number of the North Sea soldiers who came to surround and attack the Demonic Venerable instantly fell.

The Dragon Mother’s face immediately changed: “Heavenly Venerable, you…”

Sheng Wen: “This Venerable suspected there were enemies behind me and accidentally injured all of you when turning back.”

Dragon Mother: “…”

This excuse—what more could she say? Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s status and cultivation were right there. Even if he called a deer a horse, she had to assent.

The Dragon Mother was visibly speechless: “Then, Heavenly Venerable, please don’t slip up again and accidentally let the Demonic Venerable escape.”

The moment she finished speaking, Sheng Wen indeed slipped, allowing Shi Zhihua to break free from the statue’s restraint.

Dragon Mother: “…”

North Sea crowd: “…”

The intentional release of water was enough to flood the North Sea. It was a pity Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen wasn’t the North Sea’s Nature God. With him around, why would they worry about the North Sea waters receding?

Seeing that it was difficult to maintain surface pleasantries, the Dragon Mother dropped her facade: “It seems Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen intends to shield the Demonic Venerable Shi Zhihua? I never expected that the Heavenly Venerable of the dignified Xianning would engage in such favoritism and perversion of justice. It truly ‘opens one’s eyes.'”

“The divine will not wrongly accuse the innocent. Similarly, the faults committed by the hypocritical and shameless cannot be concealed from the divine,” Sheng Wen said coldly, slowly removing his mask.

He looked at the pieced-together Nature God statue behind him, then turned back to survey the North Sea people.

Everyone was astonished.

—Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen and that statue shared an identical face.

“One must know that all things cannot escape cause and effect,” Sheng Wen lowered his gaze and gathered his sleeves. “Since the evil seed has been sown, the bitter fruit must be reaped.”

The Dragon Mother’s face turned completely white. She recoiled in shock.

She hadn’t expected that the statue, which the North Sea had been worshipping, was also connected to Sheng Wen. She had always thought the statue was an inanimate object, so she had brazenly committed many atrocious acts. Whenever she committed unspeakable wrongs, she would come alone to the shrine, light a lamp and some incense, and confess her remorse to the deity.

It turns out Sheng Wen heard it all.

How could this be…

How could this happen…

The Dragon Mother could no longer maintain her outward composure. She trembled, supporting the young woman who had been following her, then nervously patted her hand and whispered: “You must leave quickly. Go, go and run for your life.”

In the distance, Ji Hui watched this scene unfold, her expression instantly becoming strained.

Shi Zhihua glanced at Ji Hui: “That girl, is she the one your mother used to replace you?”

Ji Hui nodded, still looking very sad.

Her mother only loved the deceased her, trapped in a self-pitying cage, unwilling to face the truth. She even found someone to replace her and accept that deficit of affection.

But what was the use of that?

It was too late.

“Don’t worry, she can’t leave,” Shi Zhihua raised her eyes sharply, her face cold. “Many people here must stay.”

Sheng Wen removing his mask and being seen by so many people didn’t mean he genuinely wanted them to see it. This action signified one thing—that he was going to eliminate witnesses.

Sheng Wen was already prepared to welcome the third immortal mole’s judgment. He didn’t care at all, and he said to Shi Zhihua from a distance: “The North Sea has no running water and requires post-disaster reconstruction to regain vitality. This Venerable believes the Demonic Venerable is very adept at this sort of thing.”

In simple terms, Sheng Wen could not create too much karma from killing, so after placing Tong Siqing into his spatial ring, he intended to clean up the North Sea’s remnants with the ruthless Demonic Venerable.

He had left a trace of his divine soul to become the North Sea’s Nature God. While receiving worship over the years, he had also witnessed the fading vitality of the North Sea. The corruption here was too severe and could only be completely reset; otherwise, the common people would have no way to continue living.

The full details of the matter were too lengthy to explain to the Demonic Venerable.

However, Sheng Wen did not need to explain to her.

Because the Demonic Venerable Shi Zhihua needed no reason to commit evil deeds. Unlike those righteous gentlemen, she didn’t require a principle. As long as she willed it, after his command, the Demonic Venerable would readily assist in eliminating witnesses.

Although Sheng Wen previously didn’t entirely approve of Shi Zhihua’s way of doing things, he now inexplicably found this manner of action quite comforting.

As expected.

Shi Zhihua didn’t ask him for any reason and readily brought her subordinates to fight the North Sea people.

The two sides quickly started fighting.

Sheng Wen was responsible for mass damage, leaving everyone barely alive, while the final fatal blow was to be delivered by the people of the Demon Realm.

Their side was remarkably strong, essentially cutting down opponents quickly and efficiently like harvesting leeks. The Demon Realm forces fought with great coordination, rapidly eliminating a large number of North Sea soldiers in short order.

The shrine underwent earth-shaking changes.

The outside world naturally noticed this change. Other clans in the North Sea also intended to join the fray. The timid and weak chose to flee, while the ambitious ones, smelling gunpowder, followed, hoping to gain a share in the power shift.

The commotion was so massive that Fu Luan also brought her disciples to help.

They worked together with the Demonic Venerable and her group, overwhelming the scene with their dominant strength.

The substitute by the Dragon Mother was personally killed by the Demonic Venerable. Shi Zhihua didn’t care about the karma from killing; she merely sought the satisfaction of the kill. She specifically dragged the substitute over to the Dragon Mother, and in front of her, declared: “I heard the Dragon Mother cherishes her daughter, but generally doesn’t value the living one, preferring the deceased one instead—in earnest anticipation, this Venerable shall fulfill your wish.”

The Dragon Mother’s eyes were bloodshot: “No—”

The young woman, whom she had treated as her daughter’s substitute, instantly vanished into thin air before her eyes.

Shi Zhihua looked with slight disgust at the Dragon Mother on the ground: “Oh. No wonder the counterfeit was so convincing. It turns out…”

After the substitute died, a pair of golden dragon horns was left behind.

They belonged to Ji Hui.

It turned out that after Ji Hui was humiliated by the Snake Clan that year, the Dragon Mother was not completely unaware of the matter. It was just that the Snake Clan had cut off Ji Hui’s horns and tormented her close to death. When the Dragon Mother found her, only these pair of dragon horns remained.

A normal mother would be consumed by rage and seek immediate revenge for her daughter.

But the Dragon Mother did not. Perhaps due to a vested interest connection with the Snake Clan, or an inconvenience in conflicting with them, this cold-hearted mother shockingly chose to take Ji Hui’s horns back—and then cultivated a substitute, using her to harbor her longing.

This approach.

It was insane even to the capricious Shi Zhihua.

Shi Zhihua retrieved the horns, put them away for Ji Hui, and then kicked the Dragon Mother on the shoulder, sending her flying.

She preferred to torment those who particularly angered her.

But the Dragon Mother was already on the verge of madness, clutching her head in agony after personally witnessing her “daughter’s” brutal death.

The Dragon Mother, like a wicked spirit just emerging from the water, looked at everyone with murderous intent: “Dare to run rampant in my North Sea! Do you really think the North Sea is full of soft targets? I want you all to be buried with me! Buried with me!”

Shi Zhihua ignored her.

It wasn’t self-confidence; it was that both she and Sheng Wen were in the North Sea. No one in the three realms was more powerful than the two of them combined.

Where did the Dragon Mother get such confidence?

Even the strongest local power could generally not withstand the suppression of superior strength.

It was at this moment—the Dragon Mother finally reached her limit and employed a mutual destruction move.

The “burial” she wanted was genuinely an indiscriminate attack.

She intended to completely blow up the entire North Sea, killing everyone together.

Shi Zhihua didn’t know what to say: “This madwoman.”

Indeed, all these people in the North Sea have some sort of mental problem, utterly beyond redemption.

Shi Zhihua walked over and asked Sheng Wen: “What do we do now?”

Sheng Wen opened his mouth calmly: “I do not know.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

You’re the Heavenly Venerable and you don’t know?

Sheng Wen remained equally composed: “While this Venerable can protect my own people, the North Sea populace is innocent, and this Venerable cannot transfer everyone in such a short time.”

Shi Zhihua: “I’ll kill her.”

“It’s too late,” Sheng Wen’s tone was gentle. “Killing her now or killing her later makes no difference. If a dragon of such an age resolves to shatter her divine soul, even if you slice her into a thousand pieces, you can’t stop it.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

If it were her, she would have simply taken her people and run, completely disregarding such a mess.

But Sheng Wen was different. He was the Heavenly Venerable and possessed a compassionate heart. He had to consider the tens of thousands of people in the North Sea.

Shi Zhihua: “Can the immortal artifacts be put to use? Emperor’s Scorn? The Phantom Mirror and Midnight Bell are with me. I don’t know what the Scroll of Grace is for, and I don’t have it. There’s also one more thing I don’t know what it is…”

Although these five great immortal artifacts were legendary, Shi Zhihua didn’t know what they were used for. She had only vaguely heard of them, without deep understanding.

“The Scroll of Grace can reverse cause and effect. Unfortunately, this Venerable has used it several times already, and it cannot withstand the karmic retribution of such an extreme event,” Sheng Wen said. “The Emperor’s Scorn can retain deceased souls. The Midnight Bell can preserve a large area of inanimate objects, solidifying the fortune of an era or a dynasty. However—”

Shi Zhihua was an impatient person. Hearing Sheng Wen’s halting speech, she was almost enraged.

But he was Tong Siqing’s father.

And her elder.

She couldn’t speak her mind.

Shi Zhihua: “…However what?”

Sheng Wen said: “The prerequisite for these immortal artifacts to be effective is that the objects are inanimate. Which is to say, the death of the North Sea populace is unavoidable, and only by dying can they be preserved.”

But what was the use of preserving them?

It would still be locking the stable door after the horse has bolted. What was preserved would only be a fleeting illusion, completely meaningless.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t help but sigh: “These immortal artifacts are utterly useless.”

Ji Hui quietly spoke: “Venerable, you forgot one thing.”

Shi Zhihua: “What?”

“The Phantom Mirror,” Ji Hui reminded her. “The immortal artifact that traverses reality and illusion. It can sever and transfer space, employing the technique of shape-shifting. Although we can’t transfer so many people in a short time, we can throw the Dragon Mother into another illusory realm.”

Just like Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen sealed Tong Siqing’s malevolence into the other half of the mirror back then.

Casting her into another sunless place was virtually the same as annihilating her.

Shi Zhihua exclaimed: “Ji Hui, you’ve been truly underutilized as my spiritual pet all these years.”

Immortal Master Fu Luan, not far away, also finished her fight. Shi Zhihua transmitted a message to her, and she brought her disciples to their side.

Shi Zhihua: “Fu Luan, I need your help.”

“My meager strength will be fully committed,” Fu Luan bowed and then turned to salute Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen.

Sheng Wen instructed her: “Do not destroy the mirror. Even if it shatters countless times, you must strive to preserve the last thread of it.”

It was too difficult to create an immortal artifact, requiring too many years. The Phantom Mirror could not be destroyed outright.

Sheng Wen said to keep all five immortal artifacts, as they could be of great use in the future.

Fu Luan: “If you cannot find a solution, how can I preserve the last thread?”

Shi Zhihua said: “The mirror, which has gained sentience, has an extremely strong obsession. It is because of this longing that it has been able to survive for so long. With you there, it will have no regrets even in the face of a hundred deaths, and it will struggle to return no matter how perilous the situation.”

Sheng Wen guaranteed: “As long as it is not destroyed immediately, this Venerable can revive it.”

Shi Zhihua: “Consider it an atoning merit.”

Fu Luan: “Good. Please allow me a moment to communicate with it, Venerable.”

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