Wei, in This Life, Had No Regrets!

Wait for me? For what?

Wei Qing was momentarily baffled by the other party's words.

Yet the other party did not care whether he understood. With a wave of his hand, a streak of light shot into Wei Qing's brow.

"You're still here. That's wonderful."

What?

Hearing that, Wei Qing was even more confused.

"Go. We... those bastards are here again!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gate of light abruptly appeared behind him. With an angry roar, he threw himself into it and vanished.

The next moment.

Wei Qing's consciousness returned.

The old man's voice immediately rang out.

"The stars may fall to dust, yet their ash remains unchanged; a dragon trapped in shallow waters loses none of its scales; only when tribulation flames burn does true gold reveal itself; only through a thousand tempers does a Dao seed take shape. Central Hall."

After Wei Qing's figure disappeared.

"At last, I've waited for someone who meets the conditions. I hope it isn't too late."

The old man's voice still drifted through the air, but his figure had already silently dissipated into nothingness.

Inside the Central Hall.

Wei Qing stood in the middle of the vast, empty hall. Around him were only mottled ancient murals and eight Coiling Dragon Pillars.

"Where's the inheritance we were promised?"

He muttered under his breath, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

Suddenly.

The star chart on the hall's dome abruptly lit up!

A ball of blazing white light exploded in the center of the hall, forcing Wei Qing to raise a hand to shield his eyes.

A figure nearly two meters tall floated in midair.

The man wore green robes, his features as sharply chiseled as if cut with knives and axes.

"Young man, what year is it now?"

The man's voice was not loud, yet it shook the entire hall until it trembled and rustled.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wei Qing cupped his fists and bowed. "Reporting to Senior, it is now the year 211 of the Heavenly Origin New Calendar."

"Two hundred and eleven years." The man in green repeated softly. "Two hundred years have already passed."

He slowly descended to the ground, his long robes stirring despite the absence of wind.

With his movements, the entire hall seemed to "come alive."

The ancient murals on the walls began to flow, and the eight stone dragons on the Coiling Dragon Pillars opened their eyes.

"Hm." The man in green suddenly closed in, nearly pressing his face against Wei Qing's. "You carry Lord Liuli's aura. What is your relationship with Lord Liuli?"

Wei Qing took a step back and asked in confusion, "Senior, who is this Lord Liuli you speak of?"

"Could it be that even Lord Liuli..."

The man in green did not finish the latter half of his sentence. His gaze upon Wei Qing gained a trace of scrutiny. "Since you do not know him, forget it."

"Since you appeared here, it means that in the war between humans and demons, our human race ultimately claimed the final victory."

"Indeed."

"Haha." The man in green suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter shaking the star chart on the dome until it rustled. "That's good... that's good..."

Then the man questioned him again. "What is the outside world like now? Has the demon race been completely exterminated?"

"Though the demon race suffered heavy losses, remnants still lurk in hiding."

"Now, the calamity of demons surges beneath the surface. I fear that before long, another bloody storm will sweep the world." Wei Qing answered truthfully.

"Alas." The man in green sighed and looked beyond the hall. "Who knows when such a chaotic age will finally end."

"Boy, I need to ask something of you."

Hearing this, Wei Qing promptly cupped his fists. "What does Senior require? This junior will certainly do everything in his power to accomplish it."

"It's very simple."

Wei Qing asked doubtfully, "Very simple?"

The next moment.

The man in green suddenly closed in on Wei Qing, a wicked smile curling across his lips. "Lend me your body."

A cold glint flashed.

Wei Qing stamped his right foot down, his figure abruptly retreating.

"Hehehe, it's too late to run now." The man in green let out a strange laugh and surged forward again like a ghost. His withered left hand turned from a palm into a claw, shooting straight for Wei Qing's throat.

Seeing this.

True Essence surged within Wei Qing.

Profound Meaning—Divine Movement!

Activated.

His speed tripled, and his entire body instantly vanished from where he stood.

"Interesting. A mere Seventh Rank has actually comprehended a Profound Meaning. This old man is very satisfied with this body."

Before his words had faded, the man's figure abruptly disappeared.

Just as Wei Qing reached the gates of the Central Hall, the man's figure exploded into view, his palm slamming toward Wei Qing's right shoulder.

As the crack of splintering bone rang out, Wei Qing's entire body was sent flying more than ten meters like a kite with its string cut.

He smashed through two Coiling Dragon Pillars in succession before finally stopping.

Wei Qing crashed heavily onto the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Piercing pain shot through his right shoulder, and his entire arm had already gone numb.

Gritting his teeth, he braced himself against the ground and rose onto one knee, using his left hand to grip his blade and support himself.

The man in green slowly approached. "Boy, you can't escape. Be good and submit to this old man!"

"Old bastard, keep dreaming."

Wei Qing sneered. Gold flashed in his eyes as an invisible Mental Power attack crossed space and precisely pierced the man's brow.

The man in green instantly seemed to have been struck by an immobilization spell, his gaze dazed as he stood frozen on the spot.

Wei Qing's attack did not stop.

He turned the blade in his left hand. The remnants of True Essence within him flooded madly into the Soul Slaying Blade, and a faint blood-colored edge condensed along its blade.

"Lotus!"

He suddenly sprang up. A blood-colored lotus rose, and nine streaks of blade light blossomed like lotus petals, tracing perfect bloody arcs through the air as they stabbed straight toward the man in green's heart.

But unexpectedly, a sudden change arose.

The man in green clamped the Soul Slaying Blade between two fingers like iron pincers, and it could not advance another inch!

The daze in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, mocking amusement. "A Mental Power attack? Pity that this old man's divine soul is not something your paltry skill can shake."

Wei Qing's pupils abruptly contracted. Alarm bells blared in his heart, but before he could pull back his blade and retreat—

Crack!

The man in green tapped Wei Qing's left shoulder with one finger. His bones instantly shattered, his entire left arm hanging limply as the Soul Slaying Blade fell to the ground.

"Two Profound Meanings and a Mental Power attack—you truly have not disappointed this old man." The man's figure turned into a streak of light and shot directly into Wei Qing's brow. His excited voice resounded above Wei Qing's sea of consciousness. "Boy, obediently hand your body over to this old man."

"You old beast, even if I blow myself up, I will never let you have your way."

Faced with the man in green's overwhelming power, Wei Qing had only one path left: self-destruction!

He would never allow demonic possession and harm to humanity to happen to him.

Boom—

Wei Qing's divine soul suddenly erupted with dazzling blood light, and his entire sea of consciousness shook violently as though it had been brought to a boil.

"Boy!" The man in green's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected Wei Qing to be so unyielding. "Do you know that self-destructing your divine soul means you will never be reborn?"

"So what? Even if I die, I will never let a demon like you have your way." Blood seeped from Wei Qing's seven orifices, yet he laughed with wild abandon. He spread his arms wide. "In this life, Wei had no regrets!"

"You want to self-destruct? First ask whether this old man agrees."

The man in green lightly raised his right hand. Yet before he could even lift it halfway, he discovered in horror that his body could no longer move.

"What a disgrace. The mighty Lord of the Eastern Domain was actually controlled by a puny Heavenly Demon."