Goodbye

A practitioner's word is their bond.

"Die--!!"

If I say you die, you die.

"Die--!!"

And so, the wind began to blow.

"Die--!!"

Then, the waves began to rise.

"Die--!!"

The earth churned like the sea, raising waves.

"Die--!!"

The sea shattered, the mountains roared.

"Die--!!"

The heavens collapsed, the earth cracked.

"Die--!!"

Under the moonlight, tens of thousands of goatlings were swallowed by these surging waves, swept into the earth's tidal surge.

"Die--!!"

Those colossal, terrifying, amalgamations of monstrous forms that made up the demonic fetus, had only just begun to sprout. They hadn't yet grown robust branches, hadn't yet borne the demonic fruits of heaven, when they were annihilated by a pure, violent tsunami.

"Die--!!"

When all demonic forms were destroyed, when all monstrous sights were shattered, the earth returned to its calm. It was like the sea after a storm, its fury spent, no longer rippling, leaving only a dark, turbid sea of flesh, like whale blubber, or like crude oil covering ocean currents, burying destruction and savagery once more beneath a deathly silence.

Heaven and earth were silent, only the old man, who had given his all, stood hunched in the sea of demonic flesh. Covered in demonic blood, as if he had fallen into an ink vat, he stared at his blood-stained hands, lost in memory, muttering to himself, utterly exhausted.

"I... I didn't... I didn't... betray you..."

And so, the world was saved, once again.

"What kind of demonic path is this..."

"What... what was that? Just with his bare hands..."

"Could it be a Martial Emperor of the Dao Breaking realm?? Immortal Venerable is nothing compared to this!!"

"It's from Penglai..."

"What! He's Manifestation! Tearing apart demons with his bare hands, the strongest under heaven, truly lives up to his name!"

"...No, it's