Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Agreent Reached
When the last human head took flight, the youth sat on the ground, surrounded by mountainous piles of corpses and decapitated heads, each with eyes wide open in their death, glaring at the youth.
The blood-red longsword was plunged into the ground, fresh blood continued to seep into it, making its hue even more vibrant.
Even though he had killed all his enemies, the youth felt an unbearable sense of despair.
Because it was his sister’s life that he traded for his own chance of survival.
If there was a choice, the youth would rather sacrifice himself than have his sister make such a sacrifice.
Unfortunately, that forbidden art could only be perford with a female body. Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself, he couldn’t perform those ancient curses.
“Ah!!!!!” The youth cried out, staring at the blood-red longsword, grief and rage etched on his face.
The scene ended there. Fang Lin’s consciousness returned to his body, seeming sowhat dazed as if he had yet to recover from the shocking scene.
“So, did you see it?” the Old Dried Corpse asked, his voice laced with a hint of mirthless laughter.
Fang Lin nodded. When he looked at the Old Dried Corpse and the blood-red longsword again, his gaze had completely changed.
He finally knew how this blood-red longsword ca into being and understood the Demon Saint’s feelings towards this sword.
It was his sister, who sacrificed her life and physical body, which saved the life of the Demon Saint and changed his destiny.
“Let tell you what happened next. I slaughtered so many people, beca a demon that everyone sought to punish. Everyone wanted to kill , seeing as a nace. Especially the sects related to those I killed, they self-righteously attacked , wanted to put to death, haha, it’s so laughable.” said Demon Saint, a mockery settling on his face.
Fang Lin frowned slightly. Demon Saint’s experiences were indeed sympathetic. It was ridiculous that while he was already in such an awful situation, he still had to face pursuit and persecution by the Human Clan. If it were him, he probably would also descend into madness.
“Later on, I killed more and more people. The Human Clan could no longer tolerate , so I joined the Demon Clan, beca one of them, and after thorough cultivation, I eventually beca the Demon Saint,” said the Old Dried Corpse with a detached tone, as if it was rely an inconsequential matter.
But Fang Lin knew that many events must have occurred in that process. It’s undoubtedly a huge struggle for a human to establish himself among Demon Beasts, let alone beco a Demon Saint. Who knows how much this Old Dried Corpse had been through.
“Did Elder you start the heaven-shattering war recorded in the ancient books?” Fang Lin asked.
The ancient world collapsed, the powerful withered away, the Demon Clan rose, and began to fiercely fight back against the Human Clan.
That war marked the true end of an era. Too many people died, almost one out of ten survived. Many lineages were interrupted, and many sects vanished.
As the Demon Saint at that ti, it’s evident that the Old Dried Corpse must have been involved in that war.
“Of course. Such a great opportunity, how could I miss it? If it weren’t for the fact that the Human Clan was still thriving, I would’ve eradicated all humans in that war,” the Old Dried Corpse said. At this mont, it seed like he had returned to the age of conquering the world, his entire aura was different.
Fang Lin fell silent, his feelings complicated. Even though the Old Dried Corpse commanded the Demon Clan to kill the Human Clan nearly causing the Human Clan’s annihilation, was it his fault?
Obviously not, if it weren’t for the strife among the Human Clan, which pushed the Old Dried Corpse to his limits, how could he have beco the Demon Saint of his generation, let alone start the war that collapsed the ancient world.
Ironically, the Human Clan seed to have brought about its own destruction.
“So was it because there were still powerful individuals that you didn’t succeed?” Fang Lin asked, seeking more about the events of that ti.
The Old Dried Corpse shook his head: “At that ti, there were no powerful individuals in the Human Clan left. And even if there were, I could suppress them. But indeed, the fate of the Human Clan was not yet exhausted. I discovered certain things, so I stopped.”
“Stopped?” Fang Lin was astonished. So it turns out that the Old Dried Corpse could have completely instructed the Demon Beasts to annihilate all the humans. But he chose to stop at the last mont; this was unexplainable.
“What did Elder discover?” Fang Lin eagerly asked. His intuition told him that this could be the real secret.
The Old Dried Corpse glanced at Fang Lin, then shook his head, “You don’t need to know this yet, it’s still too far for you. Besides, after such a long ti, perhaps I was wrong.”
Fang Lin was a bit resentful. He wanted to know what the Old Dried Corpse had discovered that year, but if the Old Dried Corpse wouldn’t talk. And so he didn’t ask any further.
Besides, Fang Lin realized that this old fart was trying to impart so much knowledge, what does he an by this? It’s not like he’s just being friendly, there must be more to it.
“Elder, what do you need to do?” Finally, Fang Lin cautiously asked.
Looking at the blood-red longsword, the Old Dried Corpse wore a lancholic expression: “I hope that you can carry it and find the volcano from the past.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was stupefied. Find that volcano? For what? Could it be to revisit old haunts?
“Don’t ask, just know that I want you to locate that volcano, it’s of great importance to ,” said the Old Dried Corpse earnestly.
Fang Lin paused for a mont before asking, “Elder, if I find the volcano you ntioned, can you promise one thing?”
“Speak.” The Old Dried Corpse looked at Fang Lin.
“I hope that you can tell what you discovered at that ti,” Fang Lin said, his gaze eting the Demon Saint’s.
The Old Dried Corpse didn’t expect Fang Lin to be so interested in that matter. There was a slight change in his expression, but he agreed nonetheless.
“As long as you find it, I will tell you,” the Old Dried Corpse said.
At last, the rain had stopped.
Fang Lin looked up at the sky; a ray of sunlight broke through, illuminating his face.
“I will soon fall into a deep slumber, and it will be a long ti before I wake up. In this period, I won’t be able to help you,” the Old Dried Corpse said.
Fang Lin was a little surprised, feeling sowhat regretful. If this old fart were to fall into slumber, he would lose a powerful trump card for his own safety.
“Elder, how long will you sleep?” Fang Lin asked.
The Old Dried Corpse grinned: “I don’t know.”
Fang Lin couldn’t help but feel exasperated. Why did he get the sense that this old man seed a bit unreliable?
The Old Dried Corpse stretched out his hand, and the blood-red longsword returned to his grasp: “During my slumber, you may use it, but if it throws a tantrum, well, I can’t help.”
Once he finished speaking, the blood-red longsword flew toward Fang Lin with such a montum that he nearly scared him to death.
But when it got close, the blood-red longsword suddenly stopped, its hilt facing Fang Lin. Moreover, it kept emitting a humming sound, as though it was rather impatient.
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