Chapter 468: Redemption

Investigating the mastermind behind the incident is Tushan's internal responsibility.

The Demon Tribe cannot acknowledge it, let alone help.

Tushan Hongyi knows the Demon Tribe's habits well, but this disaster was caused by her, and she must bear it alone, without further harming Tushan.

"Everyone, if you wish compensation, step forward."

Tushan Hongyi waved her hand casually, conjuring hundreds of floating meditation cushions.

The Demon Tribe hesitated, wondering what this meant.

Those from Tushan who wanted to help were silently stopped by Tushan Hongyi, who transmitted, "Everyone, I have already eradicated the demon soul, no need to worry about me."

"This matter is an explanation for the Demon Tribe."

"It is also an explanation for Tushan's ancestors."

Upon hearing this, Bai Wanqing and the other Tushan elders fell silent, and even the Ancient Clan Elder chose silence.

The Demon Tribe, however, were too timid to step forward.

Who knows whether Hong Jiuwu's words are true or false?

If Hong Jiuwu were still controlled by the demon soul and suddenly erupted, wouldn't he devour them all?

"You are all juniors; most of you do not know me."

"Allow me to introduce myself: I am Tushan Hongyi. Today's incident is my fault and has nothing to do with Tushan."

"My compensation to you is a Wangxian Realm Dao Insight Seal."

"You may sit upon these cushions."

"If you dare not take it, then depart; today's Karma will be concluded."

Tushan Hongyi's tone was indifferent, yet carried undeniable authority.

She has already stated her stance.

She will resolve the matter herself, without involving Tushan.

Other Demon Tribes wishing to negotiate terms must first gauge whether they can withstand the wrath of an established Wangxian Realm.

Even if a few great clans have Wangxian presence, they would not bloodily clash with Tushan Hongyi over such a trivial matter; their intention is merely to extort resources.

While the Demon Tribe hesitated, a streak of light shot out and landed on a cushion.

A Wangxian Dao Insight Seal, for some cultivators, is comparable to a peerless treasure, perhaps enabling sudden enlightenment and a breakthrough to a higher realm.

Even if it does not bring limitless possibilities, it will at least extend life by a thousand years.

Tushan Hongyi looked at the Demon Tribe on the cushion, said nothing, pointed a finger, and condensed a Dao Insight Seal into their sea of consciousness.

The latter furrowed his brows tightly.

After a long while, a startling aura began to spread from him.

Boom!

Immediately thereafter, thunder roared.

"What is this..."

The Demon Tribe exclaimed, "He is about to condense the True God Core."

The Tushan group was equally astonished and deeply worried.

Condensing a Dao Insight Seal is a considerable drain for a Wangxian Realm being; typically only when dealing with exceptionally promising bloodline juniors or direct disciples do great powers undertake such a feat.

Condensing hundreds of Dao Insight Seals in a short time?

That would cause irreversible Dao injury to Tushan Hongyi, even risking backlash from the Great Dao.

"Ancestor Hongyi."

An elder lamented, "Please do not be like this. We Tushan are willing to compensate the Demon Tribe; you were born a member of Tushan, and we share responsibility for the demon soul incident. We are ready to shoulder it together with you."

"No need."

Tushan Hongyi smiled, "My persistence up to this point is not for myself, but for redemption, to atone for the mistakes I once made."

"If you continue to bear the blame for me, I will repent eternally and find it hard to enter Reincarnation."

"My mind is set; you need not say more."

With Tushan Hongyi so resolute, the Tushan group could only stand by and watch.

With a leader, they tasted the sweet advantage.

More and more Demon Tribes sat on the cushions.

Tushan Hongyi also fulfilled her promise; every Demon Tribe involved in the incident and suffering casualties received a Wangxian Dao Insight Seal.

In some clans, even the Wangxian had no demon species, and they could barely hold back smiles.

Some smaller clans, whose strongest members are only at the Void God Realm, found this heavenly opportunity so delightful they burst into laughter.

Had it not been for juniors sacrificing their lives for this seal, they might never obtain such an opportunity in a lifetime.

Other Demon Tribes thumped their chests and stamped their feet.

They lament that their own juniors did not die in the calamity; otherwise they could have shared a portion.

Time slipped by bit by bit.

Lin Chuan merely stood there watching; after all, isn't this also a facet of all beings?

In truth, he quite admires Tushan Hongyi.

A being tormented by the demon soul for so long, battling for tens of thousands of years, yet still retaining their original heart without madness,

and achieving self-redemption the moment they escaped; such a mindset is rarely matched by any being.

Tushan Hongyi's talent is also among the world's pinnacle.

Without the demon soul, starting anew, she might be a candidate for ascension to Immortal.

Unfortunately, not everyone gets a second chance.

Having gathered too many Enlightenment Dao marks, Tushan Hongyi's mouth corner has already seeped blood; her soul has been worn by Daoism, irreversibly.

She was originally a gorgeous woman.

How charming, outshining all beauties, yet at this moment she looks so desolate.

Xu Jiu.

The Demon Tribe withdrew.

Now no member of the Demon Tribe dared to say a word of dissent, and they all left Tushan.

Tushan Hongyi sat there, her aura already withered, about to reach its end.

Hongyi Ancestor.

The Clan Elders only then surrounded her.

Even the Ancient Clan Elder of the Wangxian Realm showed sorrow, staying by her side.

"You need not be sad; for me, this is liberation, a cause for joy, though it has caused you suffering."

She still has many words to say, to the elders and fellow disciples who once protected her.

Unfortunately, those relatives and friends have turned to ash over time.

The lifespan in the Wangxian Realm is long; theoretically one can live over a hundred thousand years, but in this era, no Wangxian Immortal has lived that long.

Those who have entered the Black Mist Battlefield and then withdrawn generally bear Dao injuries.

They soon turned into a mound of yellow earth, buried by time.

"In the days to come, I will fully transcend, guarding the Black Mist Battlefield for Tushan for a while; that's all I can do."

"After I sit in transformation, you will spread my blood throughout Tushan."

"Bury my corpse beneath the Fate Tree, turning it into its nourishment, so that I may forever accompany the Ancestor."

This is Tushan Hongyi's redemption.

She struggled for tens of thousands of years, only to walk boldly into death at this moment, which is her sole pride.

The Tushan group had long been weeping inconsolably.

"There's one more thing." Hongyi's gaze turned to Lin Chuan and Tu Shan Jiao Jiao, "Come forward."

Lin Chuan and Tu Shan Jiao Jiao also came to the meditation cushion and sat down.

"Lin Chuan, I have nothing to repay you, and you seem to lack nothing either, so I will present you with my life's treasured Flame Same Heart Lock."

"The Flame Same Heart Lock can let your spirits connect, possessing many marvels."

Speaking thus, Hongyi took out a fiery red lock.

The lock's center was linked by a spiritual flame; with a gentle snap it split in two, each half handed to Lin Chuan and Tu Shan Jiao Jiao.