Chapter 371: Mourning Together with Blood
As the distance was continuously closed, Du En quickly returned to the central encampment.
At this moment, sounds of commotion and screaming came from far ahead.
And, the sound of weeping that could not be concealed.
"Wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu..."
That sound of mourning was incessant, lingering and entrenched, making even those commotions and screams seem quite insignificant.
"Madmen! Madmen! You lot, ah!"
"How dare you! To actually dare this! For the Spirit Mother, for the Holy Sect Leader, don't even think about—"
"Offending the Holy Domain, defiling the Holy Sanctuary, ahhh! You damned things, mere filthy vermin who only survive by greedily absorbing the radiance of the Spirit Mother, ah..."
Panic, fury, madness.
The people in the central encampment let out various shouts, their emotions incomparably frantic and hysterical, but in the end, most were replaced by screams, then abruptly cut short.
Dead!
Du En had already stepped forward and arrived outside this central encampment.
He only saw that within the central hollow, it was currently in total chaos; people were slaughtering each other, countless hot blood was spilled, many lives were withering, and everyone's face was filled with extreme emotions.
Madness, anger, despair, sorrow... In a trance, it was as if the collapse of Mo Ju City was repeating itself; even if one chose to flee that city, one could ultimately not escape this disaster rooted in the foundation! But, he saw at a glance that there was actually a fundamental difference here!
"Wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu..."
"Are you also a pitiful person? If so, then weep, mourn the deaths of the past, and celebrate the new beginning of the present!"
Those most conspicuous people, full of mourning and sorrow, quickly noticed Du En's presence, as if they had been waiting for him all along, killing the thousands of people forced over to this side, regardless of age.
But at the same time, they themselves were full of the old and young, and now they gathered around, their wailing incessant, yet they extended their hands of goodwill toward Du En.
Ignoring the blood on their hands, they considered themselves to be kind, carrying new hope for the future, willing to let those outside the central encampment share it, because they also considered themselves to be of the same kind.
"This warm firelight, those abundant resources, those arrogant fools who were high and mighty in the past and treated us like pigs and dogs, now it is time to settle accounts and change the world!"
"That's right! Are kings and nobles, generals and ministers, born with a special lineage?"
"Overthrow the Light-Rejecting Sect, destroy all those who stand above others, the underground belongs to us!"
These people were overflowing with hope and did not fear sacrifice at all; in the slaughter just now, many had actually relied solely on a surge of hot blood, and were now covered in wounds and dripping with blood.
There was light in their eyes, and no pain in their bodies.
It was just...
"Wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu..."
The weeping was incessant, permeated with a strange noise, like some kind of infectious disease running rampant among these crowds, as if some consistency within themselves was being triggered, subsequently causing a terrifying infection, making them all fall into a state of demonic madness.
Demonic madness, demonic madness, they have fallen into the demonic path!
Even if cultivators are no longer burdened by the calamities of heaven and earth, the tribulation of their own inner demons cannot be severed; it is the turbulence of the Dao heart, the collapse of their quest.
Once they cannot overcome it, they will fall into the demonic path! "It's just that for cultivators under the Immortal Sects, excluding those at the bottom, of the others who have even a little leeway, nine out of ten have completely twisted concepts; it is actually impossible for them to fall into the demonic path, because their roots were never straight to begin with."
"And here, that kind of living environment, plus the artificially divided hierarchy—no, even in the 'Great Harmony' of Mo Ju City it was much the same—this is the drawback brought by that kind of Dao technique; once one person falls into the demonic path, as long as they are a leader, it will quickly spread to the entire group."
Just like the Blood Demon affair back then! Seen this way, that great cultivator of the Blood Demon Holy Sect who researched the secret techniques of the blood system was not actually trying to cover a group of cultivators, but was attempting to probe the roots of the Dao technique connection they shared, only to fail in the end, or rather, it was Regret-Emotion True Monarch who made him fail.
Furthermore, it even provided further resources for the current scene, very easily creating a scene of mass demonic possession, very easily letting new demons replace old ones!
"Sorrow Demon! Sorrow Demon!"
"Our savior!"
"Mourn the deaths of the past, weep with joy for the new life of the present!"
"Wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu..."
Before Du En's eyes, there was nothing but distortion and madness; blood-stained hands reached out, weeping incessantly, yet the corners of their mouths were smiling, their eyes completely devoid of reason, just wanting to embrace him, this "compatriot and fellow traveler," into their arms.
Then, they lunged into empty air! With a spatial shift, he arrived directly at the base camp of the Light-Rejecting Sect.
Corpses everywhere, blood everywhere!
The Holy Sect Army and the priests had all been slaughtered; terrifying great magic power lingered here incessantly. Unlike the Sorrow Demon believers who were slaughtering each other outside, here there was only the pure wailing erupting amidst the vibration of spiritual Qi, as if heaven and earth were overturning, as if everything was being lost.
Boom! Behind the surface layer of space, there was a terrifying vibration.
Du En stepped forward again and had already arrived at the location of the sect leader, Luo Heng, in the ritual arena.
He had already been defeated, incomparably miserable, like a blood-man, having just been blasted out from behind the surface layer. A sword was suspended at his neck, and a young man with tear tracks running dry, expressionless like a corpse, was wearing down the final barrier of magic power, only a breath away from killing him.
Demonic might surged to the heavens, sorrow was incessant! Sorrow Demon! Sorrow Demon! Great sorrow is silent, great sorrow is a human demon! "Chang Lingfeng..."
Hearing his own name, he turned his head abruptly. The terrifying coercion, wrapped in great demonic power, rushed out like a tsunami. If it were not restrained and stopped, it was feared that if it spread, half of the entire central encampment and the central hollow would be destroyed! This was also the reason why Nascent Soul great cultivators often did not fight on the surface layer; because their every move could change the terrain and weather of a region!
Fortunately, the one he was facing now was Du En, also a great cultivator, lacking neither Primordial Spirit coercion nor great magic power, who immediately acted like a flood-blocking dam, forcibly intercepting the surging demonic might!
It only destroyed half of the Light-Rejecting Sect's base camp.
"Hehehe..."
"Wuwuwu..."
"You've come, you've appeared, you really are timely..."
The ghostly voice, the twisted hissing, the frantic hatred, and the crying of spiritual Qi erupting in the air made Chang Lingfeng's dead, stiff face look incomparably ferocious at this moment.
He abandoned the completely defeated Light-Rejecting Sect leader, intending to make Du En, who was in league with him, suffer the same fate.
Staring at this opponent who had fallen into the demonic path, Du En did not argue, because words were fundamentally meaningless, so he simply brewed his offensive.
The battle between the two was on the verge of breaking out! "Ahhh..."
Chang Lingfeng screamed and wailed, running stumblingly, then tripped, his whole body rolling wretchedly, and with a splash, he fell into a dark river.
After running out of the Buddha Land Hell, he was already facing a breakdown; he just ran aimlessly, his throat unable to scream hoarsely, his tears seemingly run dry, or perhaps completely merged into this river, letting him struggle not at all, only feeling the sensation of suffocation emerging as he sank down bit by bit.
Heart dead as ash!
So one can also be drowned, voluntarily drowned; as long as one is dead, one can be liberated, right!
As long as one is dead, one can be reunited, right! Friends, wife, family... at the other end of the afterlife, that land of happiness, can one be reunited? Can everything start over from the beginning?
Chang Lingfeng wanted to let himself believe, to indulge, to take refuge, but no matter what he did, even if he were to die, there was always a clear realization in his mind.
Impossible!
That is just a lie! There is no such happy afterlife! He had never, like now, so hated and loathed his own reason.
Because even at this point, his mind had not completely collapsed, and he was still able to have such powers of discernment!
Hatred, remorse, and pain intertwined, gnawing at his broken heart.
He sank into the darkness, he neared death, he ruminated on the past.
Those eyes with blurred vision opened wide, looking toward the surface of the water.
There was no light there, there was no hope there, that was even more darkness!
In a trance, a voice seemed to ring in his ears.
"The Buddhist scriptures say, there are the Six Desire Heavens: the Heaven of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Trayastrimsa Heaven, the Yama Heaven, the Tushita Heaven, the Nirmanarati Heaven, and the Paranirmita-vasavartin Heaven. If one ascends to these six heavens, one can obtain supreme bliss and draw near to the Sumeru Buddha Land..."
Suddenly hearing these words, in the cold deep water, Chang Lingfeng, who had already accepted death, felt a deep and terrifying surge of emotion erupt from his heart!
Hate! Hate, hate, hate! "Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha..."
"Hahahaha!"
"The Buddha's six heavens, hahahaha! I will make them flow with blood, weeping without end!!!!!"
Deep, hideous tear stains were carved naturally; the dark river surged madly. Its name was Sorrow, its essence was of the utmost purity, brewed from the life of spiritual veins. It had no end, could not be weighed, and at this moment, it all surged into his body.
Breakthrough!
Breakthrough!
Breakthrough!
At the end of that River of Sorrow, a scripture book crossed time and space, emerging from the undercurrent.
"Six Heavens Sorrow Demon Ode"
Chang Lingfeng raised his hand to take it. Upon contact, the river water evaporated, flames of hatred burned fiercely, and he refined it into a sword, his Life-Bound Demon Sword.
Six Heavens Sorrow Demon Sword! "Ah!!!"
He roared to the sky, his demonic might erupting.
Spiritual Qi trembled in terror, chaotic, tearing, and weeping.
"Wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu..."
Amidst the endless weeping, Chang Lingfeng stepped forward, his face like dead flesh, his tear stains dry, etched into his features.
He wanted to make everyone, whether in the light or in the dark, who had caused him to be this way, suffer miserably and weep bitterly!
Hatred and madness scattered, and man-made suffering spread once again.
The culprit sat high in the heavens, fanning the flames in the dark, watching him take action with a hint of a smile.
Chang Lingfeng moved forward all the way, treading on space, wrapped in clouds of sorrow. He should have driven straight in, first going to the Buddha Land, then to the central camp.
However, he was ultimately still himself; even though he had fallen deep into the demonic path and was beyond saving, he was not someone who could be completely twisted.
This was the fundamental tone of his character!
Thus, as he walked along the road, his footsteps suddenly turned, choosing to follow the sorrowful longing in his heart, and he finally returned to his home camp.
Seeing his return, the fellow villagers were uneasy, looking at this terrifying version of him with inexplicable awe, stunned and helpless at the incessant weeping and wailing.
"Ah, Ah Feng, this, what is going on? The others, where are they?"
Someone gathered the courage to ask, trembling.
"They are all dead."
Chang Lingfeng stated flatly.
A wave of sorrow rose in the crowd.
Looking at this sorrowful scene, Chang Lingfeng remained silent, only letting his voice, filled with terrifying demonic might, ring in their ears: "Since we can never escape the darkness, then rather than rejecting it, it is better to choose to embrace it. Since we now feel incomparably sorrowful and pained by past events, then rather than letting them continue to happen, it is better to choose to change this underground!"
"Mourn the deaths of the past, weep with joy for the new life of the present!"
"Follow me! Come with me! Let us eradicate all pain and sorrow completely!"
"Only so that those who come after will no longer shed tears..."
Chang Lingfeng's train of thought became smoother as he spoke; his demonic obsession had completely taken shape—to eradicate all false methods that caused crying and to create a brand new, joyful future!
The fellow villagers were stunned at first, then could not help but recall past hardships and past helplessness.
It was like pressing a start button; the infection flowed spontaneously from the source downward, and in the blink of an eye, it was achieved.
Wuwuwu...
People began to weep aloud.
Demonic nature sprouted naturally.
One passed it to ten, ten to a hundred!
In an instant, everyone reached a consensus! The newborn demon disciples, regardless of whether they were old, young, women, or children, all raised their weapons and hands, responding with a roar to that newborn Sorrow Demon, their fanaticism and persistence emerging amidst the weeping!
"It's happening again..."
There was a murmur hidden in the dark, filled with hatred.
It was clear that they had already made him lose everyone close to him and suffer the most unspeakable and unacceptable hardships of life, yet in the end, even after falling into the demonic path, he was uncontrollable and had deviated once again.
To what extent must this light-forsaken land reject her brilliance?!
Chang Lingfeng did not hear this murmur; the blazing demonic intent scorched his heart, and he could not wait to take action. He led the demonic disciples to roam, and the entire region west of the central camp was traversed by him before long.
It was not as if he did not kill anyone.
On the contrary, only slaughter could soothe his heart! The Queguang Sect soldiers and priests who had not withdrawn, those who had once converted to worship the Buddha, were all killed—slaughtered outright—leaving a trail of blood as he went.
The sound of the Sorrowful Demon spread across the wilderness, erasing those deemed to be the malignant tumors of the enemy, the sources of bitter tears.
The Queguang Sect soldiers and priests were the first to be wiped out, and the tentacles of the Spirit Mother remaining on this side were also thoroughly eradicated; even following the traces they extended, the Great Might of the Sorrowful Demon had already pursued them a step ahead, gouging deep into the direction of the central camp.
He did not care if he had alerted anyone, because no one could stop him now! The reason he remained in the western lands was to first kill every single person who had converted to worship the Buddha, to first smash the Buddhist hell to pieces...
"Has it already been smashed to pieces?"
"Yes, yes, the Buddha Land has been destroyed, everything is finished!"
The only remaining devout Buddhist follower felt their heart turn to ash; facing the Great Sorrowful Human Demon before them, they felt no ripples, only stating this point with dead silence.
Chang Lingfeng learned of the destruction of the Buddha Land, yet there was no change in his expression, only a faint trace of sorrow seemingly showing through, and then he reached out to press his hand onto the top of the Buddhist follower's head.
(End of this chapter)
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