Chapter 192
The Devil Qi surged, even repairing his fragmented half-soul.
The Devil Seed was condensing in his heart meridian.
Upon becoming Demon God, he will no longer be "himself," but rather an aggregate of resentment, truly transforming into the next Demon God.
He gently wiped away Qiaoqiao's tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."
To allow her to spend the long years inside the Divine Pillar.
For the choice he made...
"Bai Fu." Qiaoqiao cried bitterly.
I have so much to say, but I can't say it at this moment.
There is someone in the world who loves her so much.
Unable to bear seeing her suffer, he chose to take it all upon himself.
Bai Fu leaned down and gently kissed her lips.
His lips were icy cold, like a handful of fresh snow on a branch.
Qiaoqiao trembled violently, and she saw a tear slide Bai Fu her cheek.
His hand grasped hers.
That hand was cold and resolute, lifting her sword-wielding hand two inches.
The slender hand he held trembled slightly.
Bai Fu paused, released her hand, drew his sword, and plunged it into his own heart.
"Master!"
"Immortal Venerable Wanghan!"
"Immortal Venerable!!"
As the demonic mist dissipated, countless people surged in from all directions. They watched this scene in astonishment, only then realizing his painstaking efforts. All misunderstandings and resentments vanished, replaced by silent admiration.
Everyone was unusually quiet.
The Divine Sword pierced the newly born Devil Seed, and the condensed resentment and Devil Qi dissipated into the heavens and earth. The Divine Sword also turned into specks of golden light, scattering with the wind. The goddess's obsession also vanished with it.
From this point on, Demon God will cease to exist in the Three Realms. Everything will return to peace.
With his last breath, Bai Fu lifted her cheek and gently wiped it. "Don't cry..."
He had sworn before his master that once he entered the path of swordsmanship, he would never regret it for the rest of his life.
Protect one person, and you will protect everyone in the world.
He protected the love of his life and his original passion for swordsmanship.
But in the end, he became a bad person.
He won her love, but then left her.
Before his consciousness sank into darkness, he heard a tiny whisper.
[I love you.]
[Bai Fu.]
A soft sound.
A jade comb fell from his sleeve and landed on the ground.
A long silence followed.
Qiaoqiao seemed frozen, holding the fallen Bai Fu, remaining motionless for a long time.
Her once bright eyes had lost their luster, turning into a dull gray. Bai Fu was dead, as if he had taken something away from her as well.
The members of the Flowing Cloud Sect stood behind her, each with a pained expression. They wanted to step forward but dared not, unsure of what to say. They could only look at each other and then sigh deeply.
Sighs echoed throughout the room.
"Qiaoqiao..." A Xue tried to say something.
"Junior Sister!" Wen Zhi suddenly pushed through the crowd, "Master can still be saved!"
Instantly, all eyes in the room were focused on her.
Who is this miracle doctor? Can the dead really be brought back to life?
Qiaoqiao's expression shifted, and something seemed to come alive in her eyes.
Wen Zhi steadied herself and said, "To save Master, we must first dispel the resentment and murderous intent within him."
Although some of his resentment had dissipated, a deeply ingrained part remained, suppressing his vitality. Even with miraculous medicine, he could not possibly come back to life.
How do I dispel it?
"This," she pulled out the Saint Pill Qiaoqiao had given her, "Is a condensation of resentment, and it naturally absorbs resentment."
Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up even more.
This is the Saint Pill her master left her. Did leaving this behind mean he left himself a chance at survival?
"Then what are we waiting for? Use it now!" everyone urged.
"But..." Wen Zhi hesitated, "One pill isn't enough, we need another one."
Everyone took out pills from their pockets.
"This isn't an ordinary pill; it must be exactly the same as this one," Wen Zhi said with difficulty. "This is probably the only thing in the world that can absorb resentment and reverse Slaughter Dao Heart."
In an instant, hope plummeted into despair.
This thing was forged from the blood and flesh of countless humans and demons; it is the most evil thing in the world. No wonder it can absorb resentment. Where can we find another one like it?
You can't exactly use a living person to create another one, can you?
That would also go against the Immortal Venerable's grand ambition and original intention to save the world.
Qiaoqiao understood why Bai Fu had given her the "Saint Pill" but hadn't explained its purpose; he probably wasn't sure himself whether the other Saint Pill was still there.
If it exists, where would it be?
He didn't want to be disappointed.
But should we just give up?
"Here!"
Suddenly someone shouted, and everyone turned to see a cultivator brush aside a few scattered dragon scales beside the Divine Pillar, revealing a golden pill.
When Bai Fu arrived at the cave, the Skeleton Demon Hand snatched a pill from the Heaven-Melting Cauldron. It was this Saint Pill the Demon God had kept on his person, fearing that the resentment in the Goddess's body was insufficient for her to become Demon God, and he planned to feed her this Saint Pill.
But now it has become the key to Bai Fu's resurrection.
"Very good!"
"Heavenly Dao has protected us! A good person like the Immortal Venerable shouldn't have died!"
"This is like finding a new path after a dead end!"
Everyone became cheerful.
Wen Zhi's expression relaxed somewhat, but her brows remained furrowed. "After dispelling the resentment and murderous intent, we still need many rare and precious items from heaven and earth. Some of them have already disappeared from the Three Realms. I wonder if we can still find them..."