Chapter 289: With My Life, I Bring Forth the World’s Doom!
Chapter 289: With My Life, I Bring Forth the World’s Doom!
In that secluded valley.
Chen Changsheng looked up toward the Thirty-Six Caves.
He saw a few sword lights rising into the sky.
His hand holding the book suddenly trembled.
He stood up.
“Madman…”
Chen Changsheng said it aloud.
Then it turned into a sigh.
In truth, he should have thought of it long ago.
He took a step forward.
In an instant, his figure appeared in the Thirty-Six Caves.
Song Gudao’s sword swung down.
Chen Changsheng grabbed it and pulled Song Gudao down while holding him.
This sudden figure made the many demons of the Thirty-Six Caves frown.
“Who are you!?”
Among the demons, Lu Qishan saw the newcomer and quickly stopped the nearby demons.
“Don’t go over!!” Lu Qishan said.
The dozen or so demons beside her looked at her, seeming puzzled.
“It’s the one who calmed the fourteen peaks!” Lu Qishan said.
“It’s him!”
The demons all felt like retreating.
They watched the Green-Robed Gentleman with fear.
Some stepped back twice.
Song Gudao’s mouth bled as he gasped weakly.
He grabbed Chen Changsheng’s hand and said weakly, “Don’t save me…”
Chen Changsheng frowned.
Song Gudao let out a heavy breath and said, “If I die here, the tomb can last long. If I die outside the wall, the tomb will surely crumble!”
“This is the only chance…”
After saying this, Song Gudao vomited blood.
His aura gradually faded away.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Changsheng sighed and said, “Why do this? If we waited longer, there were other chances.”
What Song Gudao did was to stir conflict between humans and demons.
This was the best chance!
Because only this way could the conflict lasting thousands of years end.
Humans could finally escape this burden.
Song Gudao shook his head and said, “I can’t wait, I can’t wait any longer.”
In countless days and nights, he remembered the dead.
The guilt he carried tortured his body and mind.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Chen Changsheng asked, “I remember you told me your heart held no great honor…”
Song Gudao could no longer speak.
A weak smile flickered on his lips.
He didn’t explain.
He felt Mr. Chen should understand.
Song Gudao said, “Senior, they say fallen leaves return to the roots. I haven’t gone back home in over two hundred years. May I trouble you to take me back to my place of origin? In the Mortal World, Song Kiln Village—that’s my… home.”
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, “Anything else?”
Song Gudao shook his head slightly.
He could no longer speak.
Chen Changsheng reached out and covered Song Gudao’s eyes.
“Sleep.”
Song Gudao’s aura slowly vanished.
That Soul Spirit departed from his mortal body.
Like people in this world, it was dull and expressionless.
Chen Changsheng caught that Soul Spirit and clenched it in his palm.
His gaze turned to the great demons of the Thirty-Six Caves.
That gaze made tens of thousands of nearby demons feel chills.
Chen Changsheng only glanced briefly.
Then he picked up Song Gudao’s corpse and walked out of the Thirty-Six Caves.
“For someone to take this corpse away just like that—does that not regard our Thirty-Six Caves at all?”
The one speaking these words was a Seventh-Realm Great Demon, a Demon King who stood before the crowd of demons.
He should be the mountain’s Demon King.
Chen Changsheng paused his steps.
The demons all frowned and grew cautious.
He lifted his right hand, forming two fingers together, and gave a light wave.
As he waved his fingers, a light breeze seemed to brush past.
“No matter what the Demon Realm or the Divine Domain has, it’s no concern to me. But today, I am taking this corpse away. If anyone wants to stop me, step forward and try.”
Chen Changsheng walked on again.
From start to finish, he never looked back once.
“Thud.”
Suddenly a falling sound rang out.
The Seventh-Realm Great Demon who had spoken earlier suddenly lost his head from his body.
At the neck was a smooth cut line.
A desolate breeze whispered by.
The demons shuddered uncontrollably.
They hadn’t even seen how that person struck.
A sense of pressure filled them.
Tens of thousands of demons instinctively made way, clearing a path.
No one dared to cause trouble again.
Chen Changsheng left there carrying Song Gudao’s corpse in this way.
After that Green-Robed figure departed.
The demons breathed a sigh of relief.
One Demon King stepped forward to collect the Seventh-Realm Great Demon’s corpse.
He glanced over and paused in shock.
“The Demon Spirit! The Demon Spirit was also severed!”
That Demon King trembled inside.
He even felt relief he hadn’t stood with him, or the outcome might have been the same.
Lu Qishan wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling she had escaped death once more.
She never wanted to meet that man again!
It was like a lingering nightmare.
Chen Changsheng brought Song Gudao’s corpse back to the mortal realm.
Song Kiln Village in that mortal world was long gone.
Song Gudao was a man from hundreds of years ago.
Faces in the Divine Domain rarely changed in a century, but the mortal realm was different.
That Song Kiln Village had vanished into the misfortunes and disasters of time.
Now, only broken tiles and decaying wood piles lay there.
Behind the hill stood lump after lump of ancient graves.
They buried the generations of people who lived there.
Chen Changsheng buried Song Gudao’s corpse at that spot.
He erected a tombstone with the words “Song Clan’s Chief, Gudao” inscribed and left it at that.
He took out the Wine Gourd and poured out a little wine.
“This place is too small. In the next life, I will take you to see a much vaster Heaven and Earth.”
Chen Changsheng sighed.
He glanced at Song Gudao’s soul in his palm.
Then he placed it inside the Wine Gourd.
He suddenly remembered an old friend in Shangjing City.
They were all like this—able to live, yet choosing such a path.
Liu Huaizhang died to show loyalty to his lord.
Song Gudao’s actions aimed to shift the balance of Heaven and Earth single-handedly.
For this, he prepared for over a year.
He came here to die.
If he hadn’t died, he would have ended his own life there.
Song Gudao forced the Divine Domain’s hundreds of cultivators to hold the Fortress Wall.
Most hated him, yet held a spark of obsession for that place.
If Song Gudao died fighting demons outside the wall, the Divine Domain might scatter by the next day.
But dying in the Thirty-Six Caves changed everything.
With a bit of time to recover, the Divine Domain still had hope.
To outsiders, Song Gudao was betting wild that the hundreds of divine cultivators would stay out of leftover obsession.
In truth, Song Gudao never did uncertain things like that.
He was fully confident and went to his death willingly.
Deep down, he probably felt he deserved to die long ago.
Master, Rabbit Master, Yueshan, Young Master Nine…
And the countless thousands who died because of his choices.
Song Gudao knew he could never atone.
Tormented by this, he couldn’t wait any longer.
After Chen Changsheng visited the tavern that time.
He had already made up his mind to die.