Section 1: Even if you die, you will not regret it.

"Fang Yuan, obediently hand over the Spring and Autumn Cicada and I'll give you a good time!"

"Old devil Fang, don't try to resist, today we, the major sects of the righteous path, have united to step through your devil's cave. A dragnet has already been laid here, this time you are bound to be in a different place!"

"Fang Yuan you damned devil, you killed millions of lives in order to practice the Spring and Autumn Cicada. You have already committed a monstrous sin that is unforgivable and too numerous to mention!"

"Devil, three hundred years ago you insulted me, took away my innocence, killed my entire family, and executed my nine clans. From that moment on, I hated to eat your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I will make your life worse than death!!!"

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Fang Yuan was dressed in a tattered turquoise robe, his head was cloaked, his body was drenched in blood, and he was looking around at the surroundings in Section 1: Even though he was a dead devil, his heart was still unrepentant.

The mountain wind blew the bloody robe, oohing and ahhing like a battle flag.

Bright red blood was gushing outward from hundreds of wounds on his body. Just standing there for a while, a large pool of blood had already accumulated under Fang Yuan's feet.

Surrounded by enemies, there was already no way of survival.

The situation had been finalized, and he would definitely die today.

Fang Yuan had a clear view of the situation, but even though death was imminent, he still did not change his color and his expression was calm.

His gaze was ghostly, like an ancient well with a deep pool, as deep as ever.

The righteous group of heroes that surrounded him were either the elders and dignitaries of a sect, or the young heroes who had made a name for themselves in the four directions. At this moment, they were firmly surrounding Fang Yuan, some were roaring, some were sneering, some had their eyes narrowed and flashed with a vigilant light, and some were covering their wounds and looking on in fear.

They did not make a move, they were all afraid of Fang Yuan's dying counterattack.

After three hours of such a tense confrontation, the sun was setting, the afterglow of the setting sun set the mountain side's evening sunlight ablaze, and for a while it was as brilliant as fire.

Fang Yuan, who had been as quiet as a statue, slowly turned around.

The group of heroes were in an uproar and took a big step back in unison.

At this moment, the gray mountain stone under Fang Yuan's feet had already been dyed dark red by blood Section 1: The Heart of the Dead Devil Remains Unrepentant. Because of the loss of blood and appear pale face, by the evening sunlight, suddenly added a sweet luster.

Looking at this green mountain sunset, Fang Yuan softly laughed: "Green mountain sunset, autumn moon and spring breeze. It's really like a green thread that turns into snow, right and wrong turns into empty."

When he said this, all sorts of things from his previous life on Earth suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He was originally a Chinese scholar on Earth, and by chance traveled to this world. Tossing and turning for three hundred years, crossing the world for more than two hundred years, more than five hundred years of light time is long, but it is a flash of light.

Deeply buried in the bottom of the heart of many memories, at this moment vivid, vividly in front of the eyes back.

"It's a failure after all." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart with some emotion, but he did not regret it.

This kind of result, he had also foreseen it. When he first chose it, he was mentally prepared.

The so-called Devil's Way was not practicing goodness, killing and setting fire. Heaven and earth were incompatible, the world was an enemy, and one still had to indulge in indulgence.

"If the Spring and Autumn Cicada that I just refined is effective, I will still be an evil demon in the afterlife!" Thinking like this, Fang Yuan could not help but let out a loud laugh.

"Old devil, what are you laughing at?"

"Everyone be careful, the devil is going to counterattack when he dies!"

"Quickly hand over the Spring and Autumn Cicada!!!"

The group of heroes forced their way in, and at that exact moment, with a loud boom, Fang Yuan blatantly exploded himself.

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Spring rain fell, silently moisturizing Qingmao Mountain.

The night was already deep, and the silky cool wind blew the fine rain.

Qingmao Mountain, however, was not dark, from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, there were many glittering shimmering lights shining, as if it was draped in a brilliant band of light.

These lights come from a high-footed hanging building, although it can not be called ten thousand lights, but there are thousands of scale.

It is the ancient moon cottage located in Qingmao Mountain, adding a rich human atmosphere to the vast and quiet mountains.

At the very center of the Gu Yue mountain fortress was an atmospheric and brilliant pavilion. At this moment, a sacrificial ceremony was being held, thus it was even more brightly lit and glorious.

"Blessed by the ancestors, I hope that more youngsters with excellent qualifications will emerge from this Enlightenment Ceremony, adding new blood and hope to the family!" The Gu Yue patriarch, middle-aged in appearance, with slightly frosted temples, and dressed in plain white and solemn ceremonial garb, knelt on the brownish-yellow floor, straightening his upper body, folding his hands together, and closing his eyes tightly in sincere prayer.

He was facing a tall black lacquer pedestal, in which there were three levels, enshrining the tablets of the ancestors. On both sides of the tablets were red copper incense burners, with smoke curling up.

Behind him, there were similarly more than ten people kneeling. They wore wide white ceremonial clothes, all of them were family elders and talkers in the clan, holding authority in all aspects.

After praying, Patriarch Gu Yue was the first to bend down and kowtow with his hands spread out flat and his palms pressed against the floor. The forehead touched the brown floor, making a soft thumping sound.

Behind them, the family elders each had a solemn expression and silently followed suit.

For a time, the ancestral hall of the clan was filled with the soft sound of foreheads colliding with the floor.

After the grand ceremony was completed, the crowd slowly stood up from the floor and quietly walked out of the solemn ancestral hall.

In the corridor, the crowd of clan elders silently breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere was relieved.

Murmurs gradually rose.

"Time has passed so quickly, in the blink of an eye, a year has passed."

"The last Enlightenment Ceremony seems like it was born yesterday, it's still fresh in my mind."

"Tomorrow is the annual Enlightenment Ceremony, I wonder what kind of new blood from the clan will emerge this year?"

"Alas, I hope that a Grade A qualified teenager will appear. It's been three years since such a genius appeared in our Gu Yue clan."

"Not bad, the White Clan and the Xiong Clan have both had geniuses emerge over the years. Especially Bai Ning Bing of the Bai Clan, her natural talent is truly terrifying."

I don't know who it was, but when the name Bai Ning Bing was mentioned, a layer of worry couldn't help but appear on the faces of all the family elders.

This son's qualifications were extremely outstanding, and in just two years of work, he had already cultivated to a third turn Compass Master. Among the younger generation, he could be considered a leader. Even the older generation felt the pressure of this rising star.

In time, he was bound to be the top pillar of the White Family Walled City. At the very least, he would be a strong person who could stand alone. No one had ever doubted this.

"But it's not like there's no hope among the teenagers participating in the Enlightenment Ceremony this year."

"Not bad, a genius teenager has appeared in the Fang No. 1 Vein. He can speak in March and walk in April. At the age of five, he was able to compose poems and recite words, unusually intelligent and talented. Unfortunately is that his parents died early, and is now being raised by his aunt and uncle."

"Well, this is one with early wisdom and great ambition. In recent years, he has composed 'Will Toast', 'Winged Plum', and 'Jiang Cheng Zi' which I have also heard of, what a genius!"

Patriarch Gu Yue was the last one to walk out of the clan ancestor shrine and slowly closed the door, then he heard the murmuring voices of the family elders in the corridor.

He immediately knew that the family elders were talking about a teenager called Gu Yue Fang Yuan.

As the head of a clan, he would naturally pay attention to those outstanding and prominent children. And Gu Yue Fang Yuan was the most outstanding and dazzling one among the juniors.

Experience had shown that those who had been gifted from a young age, such as being able to forget everything, or having strength as great as an adult, all had excellent cultivation qualifications.

"If this son measures out to be an A grade qualification and is cultivated well, he may not be unable to compete with Bai Ning Bing. Even if it's a Grade B qualification, he will definitely be able to stand alone in the future and become a banner for the Ancient Moon Clan. However, with such early wisdom, it's unlikely that he'll have a B grade qualification, and it's highly likely that he'll be A grade." As this thought was born, the corners of the Ancient Moon Clan Chief's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly as a smile surfaced.

Immediately, he coughed and said to the family elders, "Gentlemen, it's getting late, for the sake of tomorrow's Enlightenment Grand Hall, please make sure to rest and take care of your spirits tonight."

The family elders were all slightly stunned when they heard this. A hint of caution was hidden in the gazes they looked at each other.

The patriarch's words were implicit, but everyone deeply understood their meaning.

Every year, in order to compete for these talented juniors, the family elders fought amongst themselves with red faces and bloodshed.

It's time to properly recuperate their energy and wait until tomorrow to compete on that.

Especially that Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the likelihood of an A grade qualification is very high. Moreover, both of his parents have already died, and he is one of the only remaining double orphans in the Fangyi lineage. If he can be included in his own lineage and properly cultivated, he can ensure the prosperity of his own lineage for a hundred years!

"However, let's say the ugly words first. Striving should be done in a dignified manner, and one must not resort to intrigue and jeopardize the unity of the family. All family elders please keep this in mind!" The patriarch cared in a serious tone.

"Don't dare. Don't dare."

"Definitely keep it in mind."

"I'll take my leave now, Lord Patriarch please stay."

Filled with thoughts, the family elders dispersed one by one.

Soon, the long corridor went cold. The spring rain slanting wind blew through the window, and the patriarch gently lifted his steps and walked to the window.

At once, the mouth was full of fresh and moist mountain air, refreshing the heart.

This is the third floor of the attic, the matriarch looked out, half of the ancient moon mountain fortress are visible.

At this moment late at night, most of the homes in the fortress still have lights, very different from usual.

Tomorrow was the Enlightenment Ceremony, which concerned everyone's personal interests. An atmosphere of excitement and tension enveloped the hearts of the clan, and naturally, there were many people who could not sleep peacefully.

"This is the hope for the future of the clan." With dots of light reflected in his eyes, the patriarch let out a long sigh.

And at this moment, there was the same pair of clear eyes, quietly looking at these lights shining in the dead of night, full of complicated feelings.

"Ancient Moon Cottage, this was five hundred years ago? The Spring and Autumn Cicada really worked ...," Fang Yuan's eyes were haunted as he stood by the window, letting the wind and rain hit his body.

The function of the Spring and Autumn Cicada was to reverse time. In the ranking of the top ten strange parasites, it can be ranked seventh, so it is naturally not trivial.

In short, it was rebirth.

"Using the Spring and Autumn Cicada to be reborn, back 500 years ago!" Fang Yuan stretched out his hand, his gaze fixedly looking at his young and tender somewhat pale palm, then slowly gripped it tightly, feeling this reality with all his might.

In his ears was the faint sound of fine rain hitting the window casement, he slowly closed his eyes, only to open them after a long time, sighing tersely, "Five hundred years of experience, it's really like a dream."

However, he knew clearly that this was by no means a dream.