Feng Xiu's Death

Temple Federation, outside Dragon Resisting Pass.

Thick smoke mingled with all kinds of elemental fluctuations drifted outside Dragon Resisting Pass. Humanity had not only defeated the Demon Race, but also the God of Damnation, Austin Griffin.

Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu looked at the heavily injured and unconscious Long Haochen and his daughter, Bai Yue, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

After this battle, all seventy-two Demon God Pillars had been destroyed. Without the Demon God Pillars, within three years, the Demon Race that did not belong to this plane would perish on its own, while those transformed from other races would gradually revert to normal humans. Soon, the Demon Race would become part of the history of the Holy Demon Continent, assimilated by humanity.

Though Feng Xiu was deeply unwilling, he could only face reality.

He had launched this war for two reasons: Long Haochen, and the Demon Race.

To crush the Temple Federation and gradually assimilate humanity into the Demon Race, making humans part of the Demon Race.

But Feng Xiu's ambitions had not ended there. He had also hoped to launch an interplanar war like his ancestors had within his lifetime.

Yet all of Feng Xiu's grand ambitions would ultimately become nothing but an illusion.

Feng Xiu had never felt so disheartened. The efforts of so many years had been reduced to ashes.

A beautiful, gentle figure appeared in Feng Xiu's mind. He thought of Bai Yue's mother, the love of his life, Bai Lingxuan. A faintly warm smile appeared on his somewhat despondent face.

Enough. None of it mattered anymore.

At least he had come, loved, and lived.

Feng Xiu raised his head to the sky and suddenly laughed heartily.

"I, Feng Xiu, emperor of the Heaven-defying Demon Dragon Clan and the greatest monarch in the history of the Demon Race—no one can end my life except myself."

Seeing that Feng Xiu had resolved to die, Bai Yue cried out, "No!"

But it was already too late.

As soon as Bai Yue finished speaking, a short blade pierced Feng Xiu's heart.

Feng Xiu looked at Long Haochen and Bai Yue, and his gaze softened.

"To hear Haochen call me Grandfather before I die, I am already satisfied. Yue'er, I do not expect you to forgive me, because I truly was not a qualified father, nor a qualified husband. My only request is that you give me the final letter your mother left behind. Let me leave without regrets, and let me follow the scent of the blood she left upon it to find her. All right?"

"Father—" Bai Yue cried mournfully and tried to throw herself into Feng Xiu's arms, but Long Xingyu caught her.

Even as Feng Xiu was dying, the terrifying dark aura around him was more than Bai Yue could bear.

Bai Yue's cry of "Father" made Feng Xiu pause slightly. Then, a smile once more appeared on his face.

"To hear you call me Father before I die truly makes me happy. So human familial love is this beautiful. The last thing Father can do for you and Haochen is end his own life, so that you will not be placed in a difficult position. Besides, I am not vanishing. I am merely going to find Ling Xuan. Silly girl, give it to me. Your mother is waiting for me!"

Bai Yue took out the blood letter Bai Lingxuan had written before her death from the brocade pouch around her neck. Feng Xiu beckoned to it, and the blood letter floated into his hand.

Feng Xiu unfolded the blood letter. Several lines of crimson writing entered his sight.

"Yue'er is the child you and I had together. Though I am about to leave, I finally managed to protect her. No matter who you are, you are only my Feng Ling, the Feng Ling who commands the world. Though you deceived me, I loved you, and I do not regret it."

Tears soaked the blood letter. The great monarch of the Demon Race had actually shed tears.

"Ling Xuan, I am coming to find you!"

Holding the blood letter, Feng Xiu smiled and slowly closed his blue eyes. A generation's Demon God Emperor died without regrets.

Feng Xiu's body gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of black light and completely dispersing between heaven and earth.

When his consciousness returned, Feng Xiu found himself drifting amid a sea of clouds.

Though his body had already perished, his soul still remained.

Feng Xiu possessed a million units of spiritual energy and had stepped halfway into the realm of gods. Not only was his physical strength immense, but his soul power was equally formidable.

Even after the death of the Necromantic Holy Mage, the Calamity of the Undead, Electrolux, he had been able to preserve a wisp of his soul. As someone on the same level, Feng Xiu naturally had his own means of preserving his soul.

Through the vast sea of clouds, Feng Xiu gazed down at the Holy Demon Continent below.

Following the lingering aura upon the blood letter, Feng Xiu began searching for his beloved.

However, just as Feng Xiu was about to act, a spatial rift suddenly appeared nearby. A powerful current swept over, and the surrounding sea of clouds was instantly sucked into the spatial rift. Unable to resist the irresistible pull, Feng Xiu was swept away as well.

Feng Xiu felt like a rootless duckweed, able only to let the turbulent current carry him to an unknown destination.

Feng Xiu's consciousness gradually blurred. When it returned once more, he found himself still within a sea of clouds, but it was no longer the one from before.

At the center of the sea of clouds stood an enormous tower, from which a violent and terrifying aura emanated.

A flash of golden light suddenly lit up atop the tower, and Feng Xiu's soul was sucked inside again.

Within the tower, Feng Xiu saw a giant dragon—a dragon tens of thousands of times more terrifying than he had been in life.

The dragon had golden claws with five talons. Every joint on each talon was exceptionally thick and bore a round protrusion. Those protrusions looked like golden gems embedded there, marked with dazzling spiral patterns. At the tips of its massive claws were sharp talons like pointed cones.

Yet those were merely its foreclaws. Its hind limbs were even more powerful, and the huge claws on them were nearly three times the size of its foreclaws.

The diamond-shaped scales covering its body gleamed with magnificent light. The intersection of the two diagonal lines on each scale rose upward, forming four ridges filled with sharpness.

Every scale was a full square meter in size, and the number of scales on its massive body was impossible to count.

Enormous wings spread behind it. On its gigantic dragon head, spikes rose from its crown and lower jaw, while the spikes on its crown extended all the way along its spine to its tail.

Its tail was long, with a thick tip covered in spikes, like an enormous spiked mace.

Feng Xiu made a rough estimate. This giant dragon was at least ten thousand meters long, only slightly smaller than Austin Griffin's true body.

The dragon's ruby-like eyes silently watched Feng Xiu. Though it had restrained its aura, Feng Xiu still felt an immense pressure.

Other than Austin Griffin, Feng Xiu had never feared anyone. Yet this giant dragon before him filled him with overwhelming terror.