Within the ancient mirror.
The man in the blood-red robe held a blood-red sword, walking through the vast desert.
The blood-red robe flapped in the wind, a solitary figure, resembling a crimson sunset from afar.
The injured girl, clutching her bloody wound, chased after that blood-red figure with unwavering determination.
Everyone present was moved.
“To be struck so ruthlessly yet still chase after him for miles, Heavenly Heart Palace Master, you are truly... infatuated,” Ling Yayi sighed.
Ning Tao’s expression remained unchanged as she stared at the mirror’s surface. “She is she, I am .”
She naturally did not want to accept that the girl in the ancient mirror was her in reality.
The scene shifted again.
The girl with delicate features and willow-leaf brows found the man in the blood-red robe once more. She stared at him dumbfounded, softly whispering, “Blood Bead…”
It was as if she wanted to say sothing, but could only manage to softly call his na.
The man in the blood-red robe lifted his head, his gaze cold and emotionless. In his vision, there was no girl—only air, a face he couldn’t see clearly, a phantom figure.
“All is illusory, all is to be forgotten.”
He drew his sword again, and the red sword light flashed.
This ti, his sword seed even more forceful, slicing the girl in half at the waist.
The girl’s face showed disbelief, tears in her eyes. “Blood Bead…”
She couldn’t say anything else, only softly calling his na.
Everyone watching felt a mix of emotions, anger rising against the blood-red figure.
“This person is too heartless!”
“Heartless and unkind, truly a demon.”
“I don’t know what’s happening, let’s keep watching.”
The eyes of the White Emperor’s avatar also showed a trace of lancholy.
Is this the suffering faced within the Demon Gate?
The scene continued, the blood-red figure wandering aimlessly through the world.
It seed that without the girl’s restraint, he moved faster and killed more rcilessly.
He ca across a town, drew his sword, and slaughtered.
He encountered a city, drew his sword, and massacred.
Every living being that entered his eyes, he killed.
Those present were horrified. “This is a god of slaughter!”
“He’s fallen into madness!”
“Heavenly Heart Palace Master, how could you love such a great demon?”
Ning Tao’s expression remained cold, her lips bitten, saying nothing.
The blood-red figure was like the most powerful demon in the world, slaughtering every enemy in sight.
In a snowstorm, a general in heavy armor led tens of thousands of soldiers out of the city to confront the blood-red figure.
The tens of thousands of soldiers marched to their deaths heroically.
The battle lasted seven days and seven nights.
An entire nation's army gathered there.
The blood-red figure, like the god of death, continued to harvest lives.
Finally, one night, the blood-red robe was exhausted. He tightly gripped his broken sword, confusion in his eyes. “Am I… this weak?”
The blood-red robe was puzzled by his own weakness.
He clearly rembered slaughtering three thousand fellow cultivators without a change in expression.
Why could this army capture him?
The blood-red figure was captured, bound with heavy chains.
He was wrapped in layer upon layer of iron chains.
The entire capital city’s populace ca out, spreading the news joyfully. They looked at the blood-red figure in the prison cart, dancing and laughing.
They cursed, insulted.
Rotten eggs, stones, and spoiled cabbage were thrown at the blood-red figure.
The nation’s general captured the Blood Demon. The Blood Demon was paraded for seven days and burned at noon.
For seven days, the capital was bustling with activity.
All their grievances were vented on the blood-red figure.
Seven days later, the blood-red robe was bound to an iron pillar.
Below was a high stack of firewood.
A woman cursed him. “Devil, burn him, burn him!”
“Such a devil should die, burn in hell forever, never to reincarnate!”
Amid the curses, the blood-red figure’s eyes showed confusion. “I am… a devil?”
He always felt like he had forgotten sothing.
The blazing fire was lit, smoke stinging his eyes.
A familiar voice called out, “Blood Bead…”
A small figure flew over the crowd, tightly hugging the man bound in chains. She tried to free him but couldn’t.
“Blood Bead…” The girl was anxious as the fire spread. She clung to the blood-red robe, pushing him as if trying to wake him.
“You…” The blood-red figure’s eyes montarily cleared. “Who are you?”
He opened his eyes but saw nothing.
He felt as if soone was hugging him, but he couldn’t see them.
“I…” The girl wanted to say sothing but couldn’t. She could only keep calling his na.
The fire spread, and amidst the thousands of onlookers, faces were filled with joy.
The girl clutched the blood-red robe, even as the flas consud her.
The delicate girl tightly embraced the blood-red robe, consud by the fire in the snowy cold.
Snow fell as the fire blazed, until it was all ashes.
Ning Tao remained silent.
Ling Yayi sighed again. “Such deep affection.”
He glanced at Ning Tao with a tragic expression.
“That devil deserved to die, but that girl who jumped into the fire with him, what a pity,” He Wu said.
“Truly unwise,” another woman sighed. “We may be the Thirteen Demons of the North, but a devil who kills indiscriminately should not be sympathized with, let alone loved.”
“Heavenly Heart Palace Master, I didn’t expect you to have such a past,” soone remarked.
The girl in the scene seed utterly unwise to everyone watching.
At this point, the scene in the ancient mirror shifted again.
Everyone was surprised. “It’s not over?”
The White Emperor’s avatar spoke softly. “There is reincarnation in the world. Let us all witness it together.”
Everyone looked.
It was still the snowy cold.
The girl tightly held a baby, walking barefoot in the snow.
The sky was dark, but the snow was still white.
Countless torches spread out, and countless voices called out.
“Put down the devil baby!”
“This baby is an on, it must be killed!”
The girl clutched the baby, evading the pursuit of hundreds.
They escaped into the mountains, entering a cave.
The girl looked at the baby, her eyes filled with a gentle smile. “Blood Bead…”
She placed her finger near his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the baby suddenly opened its mouth, its tiny teeth biting down, staining its mouth with blood.
The girl’s heart sank, but she held the baby tightly.
The onlookers' expressions turned grim. “That is truly a devil… must be killed!”
The scene shifted, the forr devil baby becoming the man in the blood-red robe.
He was reclusive, rarely interacting with others.
He sat by the stream, staring at the water in a daze.
Fish swam by, a hint of red flashing in his eyes.
With a slash, the fish was pierced.
Red ink dripped, spreading.
The delicate girl appeared, her eyes filled with heartache.
The blood-red robe turned sharply. “I am not Blood Bead, I… am a devil, I am a great devil!”
After entering the Demon Gate, the great devil's consciousness began to assimilate him.
He followed the path the great devil had once walked.
Otherwise, how could Qi Yuan have been captured by an army?
He was rely experiencing the reincarnation of the great devil.
He glanced at the girl’s place, then disappeared.
The onlookers were horrified.
“He is the great devil…!”
“The great devil!”
To the northern Supres, the great devil was well-known.
It was said that all the world’s demons were created by the great devil.
The current plight of the Flowing Wind Realm and the South-North Decision were all caused by the great devil.
This blood-red robe was the legendary great devil.
Didn’t that make Ning Tao… a demon girl?
Everyone looked at Ning Tao with deep fear, instinctively moving away from her.
White Emperor’s eyes also showed a hint of astonishnt. He spoke solemnly. “This is an illusion, not reality. It is... the great devil’s reincarnation.
These events happened to the great devil, not to him.
Only the out-of-place Jin Si Que, who continuously tried to awaken the blood-red robe, saw it all as real.”
In the scene, the blood-red robe left the mountains, like a demon released from Pandora's Box.
He held a sword, constantly killing.
On a rainy night, he killed a family.
The girl appeared again, anxiously calling out, “Blood Bead…”
The blood-red robe’s eyes showed a hint of killing intent. He spoke to the air. “I… am not Blood Bead, I am the great devil.
All demons must slaughter all beings.
All demons are despised by heaven and earth.”
But the girl clung to the boy, unwilling to let go.
“Die!” With a rciless slash, the girl’s clothes were stained red, blood at her lips.
Ti passed, the self-proclaid great devil with the blood-red robe held a sword, slaughtering every living being.
As if that was his life’s purpose.
Ten years later, experts from the Eight Great Sects joined forces to suppress the great devil.
In the battle at Heaven’s End Cliff, the great devil killed half his enemies before exhausting himself.
The blood-red robe’s eyes showed
a glimr of confusion along with endless bloodlust.
At this mont, the familiar girl appeared again. She held the exhausted figure tightly and leaped with him into the abyss of molten lava below.
The world... faded into desolation.
In his first life, he slaughtered the masses and was captured by an army, burned at the stake while she clung to him, enduring the flas.
In his second life, he killed relentlessly, was besieged by the Eight Great Sects, and in exhaustion, she leaped with him into molten lava.
In his third life, she imprisoned him in an ancient tower, praying for him daily in a plain dress. One night, he rembered he was a great devil and broke free, leading to endless slaughter. Eventually, he was subdued by three thousand Buddhas, and she joined him in the Abyss of Hell, enduring fifty years of fire, swords, and freezing.
In his fourth life, he wreaked havoc, was subrged in the sea, and she searched the entire seabed to find him, sharing his fate.
Each life, the blood-red robe was defined by killing.
He seed to have forgotten who he was, only knowing he was a great devil.
And she always watched him, accompanied him, and sank into reincarnation with him.
She faced the scorn of the world, all the enemies, and divine punishnt not only for the great devil but also for Blood Bead.
And she always stood by his side.
Everyone was truly moved.
Even Ning Tao was sowhat numb.
She didn't know how many tis that girl had been stabbed.
She didn't know how much pain that girl had endured.
She only knew it must have been very painful.
No matter what happened, the girl foolishly stayed by his side, unwavering in her support.
It was incomprehensible and hard to understand.
At this mont, the White Emperor's avatar spoke again, “The scenes in the mirror may be illusions. Back then, the master entered the Demon Gate alone to save the world, suppressing the heart demon... while you entered the Demon Gate to awaken the master…”
Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise.
If this was an illusion, it was indeed easier to accept.
However, even if it was an illusion, the endless slaughter across many lives still made it hard to accept.
Simply watching it, one could feel the girl's pain.
Much less experiencing it personally, enduring the repeated harm from a loved one.
What kind of pain was that?
“Illusions?” At this mont, a sneer sounded, “Are these really illusions? This is clearly the great devil's life, rely replayed in illusions. Blood Bead is evidently the true great devil!”
With this voice, a woman in a white robe appeared, her face seductive, with a charming smile.
Seeing the newcor, everyone's eyes widened, “The Master!”
The White Emperor’s expression also showed a hint of confusion, then a darkened look, “Master, don't distort the facts!”
The newcor was none other than an avatar of the Master, Shang Yiran.
“Bai Ze, why deceive yourself?” Shang Yiran smiled charmingly, “For a so-called master, you even distrust your wife. You don't even want to call my na?”
Shang Yiran's eyes carried sorrow, “You never trust .
Look at the demon girl. Even in the illusion, though the great devil slaughtered beings and hurt her repeatedly, she never left him, trying to wake him up.
The only pity is that the demon girl was sincere, but the great devil was heartless.
Bai Ze, can you trust like the demon girl trusted the great devil?”
As Shang Yiran spoke, seven terrifying figures appeared.
These seven were all Great Supres, not ordinary ones.
The seven figures surrounded Bai Ze and the Northern Demons.
Bai Ze's expression turned lancholic, “Yiran, why guess groundlessly?
The Destiny Tablet has influenced you too much.”
Shang Yiran, the wife of the White Emperor, Bai Ze.
Shang Yiran took a step forward, her powerful aura spreading.
The Northern Demons felt imnse pressure.
Ning Tao's eyes showed deep apprehension.
Such strength was beyond her ability to withstand.
“The Destiny Tablet is just a treasure, how can it influence ?” Shang Yiran's eyes showed disdain, “Actually, whether the master is a great devil or the demon girl is a demon, we will see the answer by continuing to watch, right?
Bai Ze, if the master is a great devil and the demon girl is a demon, will you suppress and kill them for the world's peace?
Only with the death of the great devil and the demon girl can the Flowing Wind Realm return to peace!
The struggle between the North and South, the battle for the Demon Gate, can finally end!”
Bai Ze hesitated upon hearing this.
Shang Yiran's eyes sparkled with a smile, knowing she couldn’t persuade Bai Ze now.
She too was curious about how the Blood Master walked out of the Demon Gate.
The Demon Gate wasn’t sothing one could easily awaken from.
Entering ant becoming the great devil.
But at this mont, why could the Blood Master... break free?
She didn’t understand at all.
What she didn’t know was that Qi Yuan's awakened power was Forgetfulness.
He forgot he was the great devil.
Thus, he broke free from the Demon Gate's shackles.
Thus, he was no longer the great devil.
The scene in the ancient mirror beca blurry.
The blood-red robe stopped slaughtering and disappeared into the world.
Sotis, he sat by the stream in a daze, muttering, “Who am I?”
Sotis, he sat under the eaves, watching the rain fall, “What have I forgotten?”
Sotis, he watched ants on the ground, “It seems I’ve forgotten everything.”
He was like a stone, crouching there.
Dust settled on him.
Leaves fell on his shoulders.
In the deep mountains, he beca a stone.
Thousands of years, endless cycles of ti.
Suddenly, a voice reached his ears, “A city appeared in the desert, with a girl waiting for soone.”
A city?
The stone thought.
The stone shattered, and a blood-red figure erged.
His eyes flashed with endless thoughts.
“Soone is still waiting for .”
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