Chapter 305: [Sisheng Peak] Sacrifice of The Body of God

At the same time…

Sisheng Peak had already begun the battle on all four sides. The allied army who had charged up the mountain, the vanguard who had fought against the chess pieces, the guards responsible for opening the border, the medics who were in the midst of a chaotic battle… Thousands of magic spells interweaved, lighting up this mountain range that resembled a gigantic black beast.

But even so, Xue Meng's attack still triggered a strong flood of energy. That flame was like a hot knife through butter, piercing through the heavens! Chu Wanning turned around to look at the wind, his heart was filled with grief. He knew that Xue Meng had already started to burn his Spiritual Core.

Xue Meng would most likely follow in the footsteps of Nangong Si.

"Ascending Dragon — Summon!"

His two fingers were holding the Ascending Dragon Talisman, and blood was dripping from it. But when he heard the dragon's cry, the paper dragon's roar pierced through the rain and soared into the sky, its voice as loud as a bell.

"Chu Wanning, what do you want from me?"

Chu Wanning lowered his sharp eyebrows and said sharply, "To the end of the Path of Martyrdom, you have to be fast."

The candle paper dragon swept its eyes over the chaos all over the war-ravaged land. It didn't ask any further questions and only said, "Come up." A man and a dragon pierced through the wind and rain in an instant. It was as if they were riding the wind and breaking the waves…

They flew straight toward the Path of Martyrdom laid out by the dead. Chu Wanning looked down from the nine heavens above. The road that connected the two worlds was flowing with a scarlet radiance, like blood gushing out of arteries, rushing towards an unknown domain.

Because the back of the mountain was extremely close to the door to the Demon World and under the influence of the demon aura, the sky was covered with scarlet and pale purple flaming clouds, which were not affected by the torrential rain.

The Candle Dragon swooped down, instantly transforming into a golden light as it returned to the incantation. Chu Wanning stood firmly on the Path of Martyrdom, he heaved a sigh of relief and raised his eyes.

"You're here?"

An empty voice came from behind him. Shi Mei was standing at the end of the road, and behind him was the Devil Sect's raging flames. Since Xue Meng and the Mei brothers had temporarily taken control of Taxian-Jun, the protective barrier around him had already disappeared. Upon hearing the commotion, Shi Mei turned his head to the side, looking at Chu Wanning with his beautiful eyes.

"You sure are capable."

The wind blew his hair, and Shi Mei's gaze once again fell upon the distorted shadows of the Devil Realm's Gate.

"The Gates of Life and Death are wide open. You don't want to make up for it in time, but you want to stop my clan from returning…"

Chu Wanning did not fall for the trap, "The three forbidden arts were created by Gouchen, and the devil aura will expand his cultivation by a hundred percent. It's not that I don't want the Butterfly Boned Clan to return to its homeland, but that once the Demon Area is opened and the demon aura enters, the Gate of Life and Death will be torn apart even more."

"…" Shi Mei was silent for a moment, and then sneered, "I can't fool you after all."

Chu Wanning didn't want to waste any more time with him. A golden light appeared in his palm. Just as Tianwen was about to hit Shi Mei, a shadow flashed past. It was actually Mu Yanli, who was holding a sword, blocking the attack!

"I won't let you touch him." Mu Yanli raised her sword to illuminate her eyes and growled, "He has suffered enough."

Shi Mei: "… Elder sister Mu…"

He didn't know how Mu Yanli had managed to do it, but behind her was actually expanse of Zhenlong chess pieces used to pave the Path of Martyrdom. Chu Wanning saw the danger and wanted to stop the pawn army. However, Mu Yanli was fast and quickly blocked his path.

"Get out of the way!"

Mu Yanli sneered: "On what basis should I get out of the way? The cultivation world has never cared about the life and death of beauties, so why should the return of beauties care about your life?" As she spoke, she raised the tip of her sword and slashed forward.

At the same time, a terrifyingly bright golden sun burst out from her surroundings — it was a desperate gamble. Mu Yanli, in order to obtain the strongest power, had also lost her own spirit core!

She originally had the Divine Blood Body, so no matter how thin the bloodline was, after self-detonating, she would still be able to move mountains and fill the seas.

"What Zongshi realm expert, what illustrious righteous path… For the past few thousand years, you guys have been drinking human blood and eating human flesh. You guys could do anything for the ascension of your Dao!"

Her sword qi was so sharp that Chu Wanning had no choice but to fight with everything he had. Although the woman in front of him didn't have a single drop of the blood of a beauty, and could even be considered a distant heir of a god, she was willing to risk her life to help the demons return to their homeland.

For a moment, Chu Wanning's white robe fluttered in the wind, and Mu Yanli's golden sleeves fluttered in the air. The two of them were as light as kites in the air, yet their killing intent was so strong that it split the air.

Clang! Their weapons clashed and they looked at each other in the midst of the sparks.

"People got in our way!"

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and said, "In this world… Not everyone is as you say."

Even though he was covered in frost after walking through the long night, he could still remember Madam Rong's kindness, sharing a meal with him. He could also remember that before Luo Xianxian had gone crazy, she had also thought of never harming anyone. He could also remember that the disciples of Sisheng Peak did not ask for money to help them, or that Chu Xun's heart guided the people on their journey home.

He could still remember the bright smiles of the villagers in the Yuliang village. He remembered the righteousness of the Flying Flower Island's mistress, remembered the sacrifice of Nangong Si in Dragon Lake Demon pool, and remembered how Li Wuxin wielded his sword to carry the universe.

He could still remember Nangong Changying smiling as he faded into specks of golden light. With a gentle expression, he said, "The human world is so good. It's enough as long as there are flowers. Why do you need blood?"

Almost all of these figures were either sick or dead, displaced or in the midst of this calamity…

There was even Ye Wangxi.

That year in Xuanyuan Pavilion, it was she who had spared no expense to save a lone Butterfly-Boned Beauty, giving her a lifetime worth of freedom and a future.

"So what? Do I have to forgive this mortal sin because of some people?!"

The more she recounted her grievances, the more her sword attacks became fiercer.

"My mother was so kind, but just because she was a Butterfly Boned Beauty, she was actually eaten alive by my animal father… Is her life not hers?"

"…"

"Ever since she was young, she was the only one who doted on me and treated me like her own daughter. Other than her, from my father to the elders of the sect, and also all of you cultivators, who would treat me like a living person? I have the blood of the God in me, so everyone will treat me as a scale of fairness, allowing me to extinguish the desires of others, letting me cultivate my ultimate mental cultivation method… On what basis?"

The power of her spirit core had been expanded to the extreme, and Mu Yanli's entire body was covered in the god-like platinum brilliance. Her spirit core self-detonation was different from an ordinary cultivator's; her pupils and hair had even started to turn a pale gold color.

"As long as you are a descendant of demons, you deserve to be eaten. It has been like this for thousands of years…" As the sword's body passed by, the sharp humming sound produced by the clash of holy weapons almost tore one's eardrums.

However, there is nothing more sharp than Mu Yanli's gaze. Mu Yanli enunciated each word slowly, "Chu-zongshi. You haven't turned over the case history of the Butterfly-Boned Beauties' family, have you?"

"…"

"It's a man-eating book… In the past, cultivators used to fly up using Butterfly-Boned Beauties to refine medicine for cultivation, but today, the Butterfly-Boned Beauties is using all of you to pave the way for us to return home!"

With a loud bang, Mu Yanli used up all of her life's energy and swung her sword towards Chu Wanning.

Suddenly, Chu Wanning shouted, "Jiuge!"

The sound of the zither clanged, and a blinding golden light pierced through the heavens, illuminating the entire Sisheng Peak! In front of Chu Wanning was a large barrier that was filled with haitang petals. He was floating in the air, his wide sleeves fluttering. In front of him was Mu Yanli's face, which was full of hatred.

She didn't hate him. She hated the injustice of the world. She hated her mother's miserable death. She hated that she couldn't live a life without freedom. She hated that she was never imprisoned.

"Let them go back."

Even though her attack was unbreakable, her spiritual power had been pushed to its limits, yet she still could not destroy the barrier. Instead, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Her voice was hoarse, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

Her spirit core was about to shatter…

Suddenly, Mu Yanli looked up at Chu Wanning and said softly, "Please…"

Chu Wanning saw his reflection in her golden pupils.

Whose shadow was that?

The face was confused, hollow, twisted, and lost.

Cruelty. Benevolence.

"Let them go home Chu Xianzun..."

The reflection in the golden light suddenly disappeared.

Because his mind was in such a mess, it took him a while to realize that her spirit core had been shattered and she was back to her normal appearance, with only a pair of black eyes. Looking at him.

The armor had been removed, leaving no path for her ahead.

She could no longer be the descendant of that cold and arrogant God, and her eyes were like those of an ordinary woman.

She begged for her younger brother and for the descendants of the devil race that were incompatible with her own race.

"Let them go…"

As she spoke, the sword ray in her hand suddenly disappeared. Because it could not withstand the intense battle from before, it shattered into dust the moment the spiritual energy was extinguished.

"Please."

Mu Yanli fell from the sky, and the golden-white robe fluttered like a lotus behind her.

Her waist was still embroidered with the magic scale totem of the Tianyin Pavilion, the emblem of justice and light shining in the dark night.

The heavenly music was mighty, it could not be hidden.

The heir of the Tianyin Pavilion must not be sentimental.

The heavenly music was weak and could not be disrespectful to the gods.

The heaven's voice had pity on it, as a form of respect towards all living beings.

She had been reciting this chant ever since she was young. Even when she closed her eyes and opened them, they were still imprisoning her like shackles.

Ever since she was born, the first sentence she had learned was neither from her father nor from her mother but these verses.

Recitation a thousand times a day, kneeling in front of the icons of the gods repeatedly praying.

Not private… Don't be sentimental… Do not disrespect the gods… Respect all beings.

On her first memorable birthday, her unfeeling father had given her a box of delicate clay figures, painted and covered with gold sand, and when the box was opened, he smiled at her.

"Wow — what a sight!"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Mu Yanli raised her head in joy. It was as if tens of thousands of fireworks were blossoming in her heart. "Thank you, Abba!"

The man she called Abba simply raised his hand and caressed her head before taking the embroidered box from her.

Then, it smashed into the ground right in front of her.

"Clang!" The sound of clay falling to the ground.

The clay figurine could not speak, but its eyebrows were curved as it looked at her with a smile. However, its smile was cracked and its face was shattered. Mu Yanli was dazed for a moment before crying out in fear, wanting to pounce on it and steal her clay doll.

A white shoe with a scale totem embroidered on it fell.

Creak creak.

It was like the top of a doll's head had been shattered.

The father removed his foot, and the girl was greeted by a mess of dust.

They had clearly lined up neatly and were smiling sincerely at her before… Why? Why was this happening? Isn't that the birthday present for her? Where did she not do the right thing? How did she make his father angry? So the little creatures that brought these clay statues to their deaths innocently.

"Daughter of Tianyin, do not be sentimental." The man was extremely cold and detached in front of the crying girl, "If you like it, you will lose your composure. If you like it, you will be disgraced. You are the descendant of the God of Heaven, the ruler of all righteousness… Your father's real gift to you is to teach you that you should never say the word 'like' to anything."

Not private… Don't be sentimental…

No, no, no… As the incense burner produced, a solemn eulogy arose — Tianyin – Mighty –

For many long nights she clutched his head in a sort of frenzy, and screamed soundlessly in the tent.

No way out was found.

No answer could be found…

What was a father? What was a mother?

She had wanted to hug her mother, Madam Lin, but Madam Lin was a madwoman, and she had stabbed her with scissors, so that her hands were full of holes, and she had even stuck the scissors in her own throat.

Not private.

No privacy!

In the dead of night, she knelt in front of the statue and recited a spell that could not be used to defy the gods. However, she cursed in her heart that she could not shatter the statue into powder!

Just like that, she transformed from a girl into a young girl, and from a young girl into a young woman.

Behind her, over a thousand people knelt as they recited the familiar chant that was carved into her heart and bone. "The heavenly music is vast and mighty, it cannot be hidden from others…"

Sometimes, she would act like a crazed demon, her back trembling and almost standing up. With a wave of her sword, she would chop everyone from the Tianyin Pavilion into mincemeat before dying.

However, at this time, a gentle and beautiful voice sounded next to her ear. It was very sweet, and very young. The voice sang softly to her, "Reeds are tall, reeds are long, and they look at each other across the mountains and across the water. One side of the reeds is home, and the other side of the reeds is the ocean."

She opened his eyes. The sunlight shone down from behind the statue, shining mottled light on the ground.

At that time, she was already the pavilion master of the Tianyin Pavilion. She stared at the mottled shadows on the ground, as if she could see the Reed Wormwood in the midst of the song, its flowers fluttering in the wind.

A woman stood in the middle of the reeds and held out her hand with a slight smile.

"This side of the reeds is our homeland… On the other side of the reeds is a vast ocean…"

"Mama…" she murmured.

He addressed Madam Lin as her mother and paid he respects. But only to one person did she call Mama.

She was her stepmother, and also the mama who had brought her up. Perhaps other people wouldn't understand why she didn't hate this woman for occupying the lair. But those people would never understand…

In her life, black and white as a grid, there had only been those few short years when Lady Hua Gui was there. She had laughed, she had been gentle, she had been warm, she had been sweet.

No one would believe her.

The reed song that Hua Gui had coaxed her to sleep was the only song she had ever heard in her life besides the mighty heavenly music.

Only this one song suppressed the demons in her heart throughout her entire life, and also became the demons in her heart throughout her life.

"Sister Mu!"

She seemed to hear her brother Hua Binan screaming. She had never heard him lose his composure like this before.

However, she couldn't care less. She used the last of his spiritual qi to reduce the momentum of her landing. However, this was not for the sake of survival.

Gritting her teeth, she followed the Path of Martyrdom, moving one step at a time until she reached the very edge like a maggot.

And then —

Before anyone could react, she used what little strength she had left to suddenly throw herself at the edge of the bridge!

"Mu Yanli has voluntarily sacrificed her life for the Path. I hope that you can fulfill your long-cherished wish and return to your homeland."

When Shi Mei saw this, he was on the verge of going crazy. He rushed over, but it was already too late.

This woman had always been cold and indifferent, her expressions were not many. Even her skin emitted a frosty, cold air.

However, at this moment, she turned towards her younger brother, and her smile was sweet.

She fell on his back, her face curved into a scowl.

"Sister!"

Mu Yanli smiled and looked up at the sky. This woman, who had not moved at all, faced the vast sky where she had kowtowed countless times and said, "Don't be sentimental, don't let it hold you back."

Another red light appeared on the bridge, and the scarlet flames of the Path of Martyrdom engulfed her entire body. Before she was engulfed by the flames, she looked in the direction of the Infernal domain's gate with all her might.

She seemed to hear a voice coming from behind the huge door. It was gentle, and it was Mama waving a small fan for her by the cool summer bed. She was singing lazily.

"The reeds are tall and long, looking at each other across the mountain."

On this side of the reeds is home,

On the other side of the reeds was a vast ocean.

"Pavilion master Mu!"

"Miss Mu!"

All of a sudden, the "pawns" on the Path of Martyrdom all went out of control. One by one, they rushed over and knelt down in front of the woman who had used the divine blood to pave the path for the demons. However, that woman had already turned into the thirtieth step of the path of sacrifice.

Chu Wanning landed back on the ground, his fingertips were icy cold, and a human figure was swaying in front of him.

He had originally thought that these people were chess pieces brought by Mu Yanli, but now he realized that they weren't.

Most of these people wore the robes of a personal disciple from the Tianyin Pavilion. Their faces were very pretty, and the tears they shed were all golden…

They were the Butterfly-Boned Beauty Clan!

Under Mu Yanli's command, the Tianyin Pavilion gathered so many survivors of the Butterfly-Boned Clan in the name of taking in disciples. At this moment, these people were crying and crying as they staggered and knelt on the ground.

She had just brought them out of the group of cultivators and prepared to pave the Path of Martyrdom so that they could return home anytime they wanted…

"Murderer!" Suddenly, someone turned around and shouted at Chu Wanning, "You murderer!" His face was twisted by hatred.

"Why do you have to be our enemy? Why did you force pavilion master Mu onto this path?!"

They were all extremely beautiful, and their gazes were filled with deep hatred.

Many of the Butterfly-Boned Beauties rushed towards him, as if they had lost all sense of reason or knew what was important, and pounced on him like moths to a flame.

Chu Wanning stood still. His eyes were dim, it was too easy for him to block these low-level Butterfly-Boned Beauties. He didn't even need to lift his hand, just the force from his fingertips was enough to keep them from going through.

The murderer…

Sinner.

Grandmaster.

Savior.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes. What was he doing? What else could he do?

Mo Ran was dead, time and space were falling apart, and punishment was approaching. Mu Yanli would use her divine body to offer up her demonic path, and Xue Meng would use his Spiritual Core to suppress Taxian-Jun.

He suddenly felt as if he was standing before a wall made from sharp knives. The hilt was facing the cold light, and he had to pass through it.

Just as not everyone in the world is evil, not all of the Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast Clan are guilty.

But he wanted to block their way home.

Even if there were only twenty-nine steps left, twenty-nine corpses.

He could not let them go and let the Devil's Gate open. As long as the devil gate was opened, Heaven's punishment would quickly descend and the two worlds would be destroyed. The people of the Nine Regions would not even have the chance to catch their breath and resist. What kind of ruthlessness did he have to be able to sit back and watch this happen?

He couldn't.

He could no longer hesitate.

At this moment, Xue Meng was still using his life to buy time for him, not to mention the people who had once died in vain, this bloody road in front of him.

"Murderer!"

"You killed us! You caused our deaths!"

"Heartless Cold Blood! You will have your retribution!"

His soul was like fire, but his heart was as hard as iron.

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes — he had to become the murderer.

He had no choice.

"Shi Mingjing."

"…" Shi Mei looked at him through the crowd of people. That beautiful face that could topple cities still had traces of tears on it, and his eyes seemed to be filled with madness, yet also emptiness.

The wind was blowing, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind. He seemed to have resigned himself to the fact that Chu Wanning would come kill him. Chu Wanning's palm also started to glow with a golden light, and Huaisha appeared once again. With a bang, he sent his sword aura flying in front of the beauties, attempting to block them.

With a tap of his feet, his gaze became as sharp as a night blade as his sword pierced towards Shi Mei!

It was at this moment that the Path of Martyrdom beneath their feet began to shake violently. A red pillar of light shot out from the ground, and several of the pillars of light suddenly blocked Chu Wanning's path.

Someone shouted, "Look! Look ahead!"

"It's the Demon Gate! What's going on?"

"The bridge is growing, the bridge is going to be built!"

In the end, it was almost a scream: "The door's about to open!"

Shi Mei was shocked. He turned his head to look and saw a white golden radiance scattering from the location of Mu Yanli's death. It extended from the last step and headed towards the Devil Realm's Gate with astonishing momentum!

Chu Wanning's expression suddenly changed, and after the initial shock, Shi Mei's face was filled with ecstasy.

The Path of Martyrdom was about to be traversed — the bridge to the world of humans and devils was finally about to be traversed!

A tired and old voice came from behind the devil gate and echoed between heaven and earth. That voice seemed to have praise in it as he lazily said, "There is a sacrifice from the god race on the Path of Martyrdom."

The sound was too loud, and everyone within a hundred miles of the summit of the mountain could clearly hear it. All the people who were battling raised their heads and looked towards the back of the mountain.

Jiang Xi's face turned pale white. Of course, it wasn't just him. Everyone knew that the door of the Infernal domain was about to open…

Sure enough, the old voice continued:

"Heaven's punishment is coming soon. When His Majesty the Demon Lord saw that you had done a great service in killing one of the descendant of gods, he was merciful and lenient and spared the last twenty-nine steps of the bridge. The demon gate immediately opened and has allowed you to return home!"

"What?!"

The mountain path on the mountain peak instantly turned into a mess.

The Palace Master Ma of the Taobao Villa even sat down on the ground and started crying, "Oh my god! What should we do!?"

There were even some whose faces were ashen as they fought with each other, "Is Heaven's punishment coming soon? What punishment… What's Heaven's punishment!?"

The three, Xue Meng and the brothers who were fighting with Taxian-Jun were also shocked. Xue Meng's mind shook as Taxian-Jun took the opportunity to break out of the trap and fly up into the air. However, Xue Meng was reprimanded by the force and felt a stifling sensation in his chest as he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood!

When Taxian-Jun heard the commotion, he glanced sideways with his scarlet eyes and stared at Xue Meng for a moment. His expression was very chaotic, as if the memories in his mind were messing up again, and the soul in his body was also starting to torture and kill each other. "Xue Meng…?"

Méi Hánxuě immediately brandished his sword Shuofeng, protecting his brother and Xue Meng behind him as he warned in a low voice, "Be careful!"

However, Taxian-Jun didn't have any intention of continuing to attack. Instead, he suddenly frowned, and his heart surged with pain.

"No… What was going on… What's going on!?"

He was at a loss, but he was also extremely angry. He let out a roar, lost control, and quickly charged into the dense forest behind the mountain. Only then did Méi Hánxuě heave a sigh of relief. Turning around, he returned to the other two and asked Xue Meng, "How are you?"

"Don't worry about me, go to Shizun's side! Tell him all the preparations we made!"

Mei Hanxue put his hand on his wrist and shook his head, "Your spirit core is on the verge of breaking. You need to heal first."

Xue Meng said angrily, "Quickly go!"

"How about I go over first, none of you move." Mei Hanxue knew that the situation was urgent, so he pointed at Xue Meng and said to his brother, "Brother, help him recuperate. I'll go find Chu-zongshi."

In front of the Path of Martyrdom, as the final step was completed, the path between the demonic world and the human world was finally finished. A dreamy look appeared on the faces of the beauties. Almost all of them were trembling, and no one dared to take a step forward. Even Shi Mei didn't move an inch.

After a while, it was unknown how much time had passed. Perhaps it was just an instant, or perhaps it was so long that it was suffocating.

The door to the Infernal domain suddenly rumbled and shook. In an instant, clouds flew everywhere, the winds in all directions blew, and the organs in the world seemed to be gasping for breath as they produced muffled booms.

The extravagant carvings of devils parted to the left and right, and a crimson radiance shot out from the gaps!

Chu Wanning only felt a terrifying aura of war and evil gushing out from the gap. It was the aura of the Demon race that boosted the strength of the three forbidden arts.

The Infernal domain had opened!