Chapter 511: Heaven

Although the warrior was tempted, in the end, he still refused.

Because he had to enlist, to go to his father's side, to inform him of his mother's passing, and, having suppressed it for so long, he did not want to waste any more time going through the motions with the Divine Tree Sect; besides, their philosophies actually held subtle differences.

He wanted to eradicate the Grudge Demons, from beginning to end, thoroughly and completely!

"My father seemed stunned by my arrival, yet also filled with sorrow, because he knew why I had come; perhaps I was also trying to distract myself from that aspect. In short, I quickly made a name for myself."

A strength that surpassed his peers and overtook his predecessors, with far more potential than his father ever had!

Without a doubt, he was unrivaled in the limelight.

"However, it might have been that Mother's affair struck Father so hard that he soon could no longer hold on."

Since they had fallen into corruption and become a scourge, regardless of how they were in life, one had to shoulder the responsibility, so they simply had to be killed! Faced with such a direct and sincere attitude, the gaze that the Shaman Priest Qinglan revealed from beneath her mask immediately became complex, and in the end, she was left speechless, unable to provide any answer.

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The reason he only lingered near the graveyard, and that the villagers who turned into Grudge Demons came over to be killed by him, was because the true mastermind was secretly restricting and guiding him; otherwise, he would have long since broken into the Post Station Village to slaughter everyone, and then, after dueling with the old warrior waiting at the drill ground, transformed into an even more unfathomable and terrifying existence.

In an age where the spiritual sources and spiritual veins had collapsed, the last Heaven's Pride who could still cultivate all the way up, and even, without knowing how to cultivate, cause his divine soul to undergo metamorphosis ahead of time and remain in the world, had finally attained liberation.

He began to tremble, as the pain and torture began to feed back to this side.

Then, he never expected that when things reached their end and he was shackled to the execution platform, the one who was to execute him would actually be his father's aged figure.

He said this, perhaps thinking of his father's twilight years, his eyes showing a trace of sorrow.

He wanted to leave the Post Station Village to find his father's old subordinates and his own former acquaintances, but he was blocked by the village chief, who produced an imperial notice forbidding cultivators from moving about freely.

"Grudge Demons, why must you choose to purify them?"

If Shaman Priest Qinglan and the others were merely figureheads, then everything would certainly be different.

"I don't think my ideas are wrong; at most, there would be some trouble in cutting weeds and eliminating roots, but the problem is that her condition is clearly worsening, the azure sky is gradually being stained with gloom, so rather than that, why must we compromise and choose that kind of path!"

He only sighed and closed his eyes.

Because if he ran or resisted, they would certainly force his father to come and capture or kill him, and the Qing Kingdom was narrow, the Divine Tree Sect was powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand, and there were various other reasons, so he did not choose to leave.

The memories of his obsession began to churn.

Wuru rolled her eyes with difficulty, then simply collapsed into unconsciousness.

The purity was so high that it could even block the gloomy rain of the Grudge Demons; it looked like corruption, but it was actually more like spontaneous absorption and containment, seeking to regain the power to take revenge on the world.

Thus, he could hear his father's words of remorse and guilt.

"Why... yes, perhaps that is how it is."

"At that time, I even had a thought, feeling that if I retreated to the Post Station Village nearest to the Divine Tree Sect's temple, I might meet the girl destined for me there, and this time, I would definitely pull the Qing Kingdom out of the quagmire of Grudge Demons and let my family have a happy life..."

"A messy world where all kinds of situations are tangled together—it really would be better if it were destroyed. No, should I say that having this result is also a case of bringing it upon oneself?"

What he understood even less was that his father had fought against Grudge Demons for a lifetime, was riddled with chronic illnesses by the time he was over fifty, and could no longer fight on the front lines, yet he still had to endure that kind of suspicion! He was furious, he scolded, he argued based on reason.

"He was not surprised by this; he had a premonition of the current changes, that the azure sky would be replaced by gloomy rain. Yes, the reason he came back was because of me—my remaining corpse might have turned into a Grudge Demon."

"... Is that so? Was I wrong after all?"

The reason he still tried his best to preserve his claws and beak was that, in the end, he was thinking that he should at least try to make up for his mistakes.

Du En only said this.

Du En's reaction was calm and silent.

The warrior's voice was bewildered, yet it was as if he had realized something, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Because I heard that Lord Qinglan fainted once at the Great Wall."

The villagers were scolded away, time and time again.

And then.

"I know those people who said that have problems; they are incompetent and narrow-minded people. They are jealous and ostracizing me, afraid that I will continue to steal their limelight, and there are other, deeper reasons that even the generals chose to tacitly approve of, allowing me to pass through smoothly."

The two figures overlapped, emitting the same voice.

The figure in the darkness let out a roar, staring at his own memories, his eyes filled with intense, irrepressible rage, but it soon turned into bewilderment and confusion.

"To be honest, he was actually suffering, wasn't he? After all, the glorious days of the past made him reminisce with nostalgia and complacency, so he didn't take my body away before. Now the situation has changed, and he can no longer approach the graveyard. Sigh..."

"Perhaps, if he had understood just a little earlier, everything would have changed. At the very least, it would have saved him some self-reproach..."

"Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it!"

The self-mocking words were accompanied by the unevenness of memory.

"They clearly just didn't want to deal with it!"

The elderly father dug up the sinner's grave, took away the place where the soul rested, and for the first time, took the initiative to leave the position he should have held, returning to his hometown from thousands of miles away.

"If you want to know where the source of all the incomprehensible and unsolvable things lies, it was probably the first time I saw Lord Shaman Priest Qinglan. I couldn't help but speak up at that time."

He never expected that the guy who usually talked about fighting to the end and looked the part would be as weak as a chicken. Just by letting go a little, he was easily defeated and died very simply and thoroughly.

Some people had actually discovered the commotion here long ago; they just watched silently from afar, and some were even secretly shedding tears.

He put Wuru on the cart, and as for himself, he began to collect the inheritance.

If the conditions were right, with his talent, he could resolve the manifestations of the Grudge Demons; as for the Star-Change Grudge Evils, that was a matter on a higher level...

The people of Post Station Village were polite yet distant toward the hero father and son who had come from afar; they were unwilling to have much contact with them in daily life, appearing respectful yet seemingly keeping them at a distance.

He was actually not completely dead.

The warrior's voice was sonorous and powerful.

Resist, the Divine Tree Sect is truly paying a price.

Bound hand and foot.

"Do you know any inside information?"

Muttering, the true spirit was liberated and departed.

"Forget it, a guy who is just lingering on his last breath cannot remain half-dead; it must be ended quickly to be clean, so as to avoid endless harm, so let it be this way."

Although Du En felt that the other party would not choose to linger in the netherworld.

If I don't resist, I have committed no wrong myself.

The reason is the need for him, as a son, to serve and look after the old warrior, the old hero.

The father silently wielded his blade.

"I don't understand..."

At the same time, the rising star, the Headless Warrior, also had to retreat along with them.

The warrior looked over at this moment, sighing somewhat.

However.

So, stop thinking about it! When encountering injustice once again, he suddenly thought this.

Thanks to this process, the Headless Knight's soul did not vanish; instead, it achieved a kind of transformation and liberation, beginning to wander and drift through the Grand Void.

"I only heard a word or two from the teachers at the Dharma Research Assembly; he was also a hesitant and conflicted fellow, a guy who was equally worrisome. And as for his final decision to go beyond the Qing Kingdom, if you calculate the time, if he didn't die out there, you could probably meet him on the outskirts of the Dharma Research Assembly—him, having turned into a Grudge Demon!"

The consciousness did not vanish.

The Headless Warrior soon discovered he was wrong!

The Headless Warrior's voice was becoming indifferent, as if he were re-watching the past as if he were there, especially the various events after his death, which gradually made him feel somewhat relieved, or rather, finally beginning to see the answer to his doubts. "So I followed him back here, and the result was not unexpected."

It revealed the master's turbulent emotions.

So although he felt there was a problem, he did not delve too deeply into anything.

Its state had already stabilized, and there were traces of an outsider's intervention, a situation that went without saying.

"My son, you are not like me; you are excellent and outstanding, and you also try to think about the 'why.' You really are not like me... to end up with such a fate in the end. The Qing Kingdom, the Divine Tree Sect—there must be something wrong somewhere. It's a pity, I am only thinking about it now; it is too late."

Du En thought this and called Da Huang back.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

From those eyes gazing at the Great Wall drifting further and further away in his memories, Du En could see this.

His anger grew increasingly intense; this Post Village was not at all like a hometown, and it was not even as good as the border Great Wall, which was riddled with intrigue, or other places. It was clearly close to the Azure Heaven Divine Tree, yet it was full of filth and corruption!

"..."

"I cannot fully see your rights and wrongs, your thoughts and considerations, so I will not judge."

The change in the situation was abrupt and unexpected, yet within the bounds of reason!

The old warrior had originally intended to just die of old age in his hometown.

This was actually not the origin of the tragedy, nor the root of the misfortune.

The purification was about to end.

And the past him, at that time, actually did not think too much.

Because the warrior who had lost his head was left with nothing but a heart full of resentment.

This is what a Heaven's Pride is! Even if only a body or corpse remains, once they encounter the shifting winds and clouds, they have the ability to create all sorts of upheavals! It was precisely this innate difference that made him notice the overall disharmony. Unfortunately, he was ultimately limited by his environment and lacked time and space, failing to achieve any change while alive.

"You are always like this, performing behaviors that make it difficult for people to criticize."

The equally youthful warrior went to the border Great Wall, then encountered the harassment of Grudge Demons, witnessed the battles of the older generation, and also saw the scene of the Shaman Sacrifice's purification.

"There must be some problem in this; I feel that something must have gone wrong somewhere!"

Unfortunately, in the end, there was no opportunity to figure it out.

"I still don't understand!"

The Headless Knight walked out; he looked quite heroic, tall and upright, in full military attire. It seemed that killing Grudge Demons on the battlefield back then was the best period of his life, or perhaps he harbored lingering unwillingness, so even after death, he was unwilling to put down his weapons! He stared straight at Du En, ignoring Wu Rui.

"Clearly, we are all people with the same aspirations, yet in the end, we simply cannot integrate... I don't understand."

Confusion and bewilderment flowed in his voice, and this confusion began to pile up.

The aged old warrior was to retire with honor.

"Do not blame me—no, you must blame me!"

"What a pity, an excellent helper."

Rejected from the Teaching Hall, followed by pleading guilty and imprisoning himself.

"I... don't understand."

But in the end, it did not change the essence; the doubt spread at the speed of a wildfire, and even the passing members of the Divine Tree Sect seemed powerless against it.

In the end, there was only this kind of lament.

One's own answer, one's own path, one's own cravings... searching while alive, searching after death, unable to let go until found—this, too, is a common state for Heaven's Prides.

The familiar hometown, the familiar households.

"But now, I am going to take you back, back to our hometown, to your mother's side... Let's go back, my son..."

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But he eventually returned to Post Village.

He only sighed a little, feeling that he had done wrong and should not have chosen to plead guilty and bind himself.

He actually never needed others to give him an answer.

He went to the Teaching Hall in person, was blocked at the door, and failed to see the Divine Tree Shaman Sacrifice.

The restrained chains loosened, and he killed someone.

"I don't understand, I can't think it through..."

Unfortunately, that was not the case, which left him in a dilemma.

Because he himself was the kind of person who could find the answer.

He believed that accompanying his father through the final part of his life was a worthwhile thing to do. In any case, his own cultivation had already broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and he still had plenty of time; he could fully return to kill Grudge Demons later. But his father could not; he was merely a mortal, and he ought to enjoy his twilight years.

The Guardian Bird was old, its feathers had fallen out, and reality and the past ground against each other, revealing the complex entanglements of his heart, letting regrets and mistakes fester all the way.

Wu Rui could not help but look up at this moment, very much wanting to ask what kind of riddles the two of them were speaking.

"Do you want to become the blade spirit of that blade? As the arguably last heaven-proud one in this lingering, dying Star Realm, your current divine soul and true spirit are sufficient..."

Because of this artificial interference, the memory obsession jumped back to a scene that had been deliberately obscured before.

Wurei, however, could not help but feel distressed, for she already knew the fate and encounter of the old warrior, so she could not help but want to say something now, but after being swept by that gaze, she immediately could not speak again.

Such a person might even have additional encounters upon going to the Netherworld, unlike ordinary people who can only enter reincarnation.

At a time when everyone was busy after the battle, he found the other party resting alone in the shade under the city wall and made this inquiry.

However, she always had a feeling of being unable to face the other party directly, so in the end, she just silently shrank her head and said nothing, like a quail playing dead.

Because the former might be able to give him a definite answer, while the latter could not.

The petrified corpse dissipated along with it.

That blade is not bad; refine it and use it.

Also, there really are traces of Dao! Due to the Star Realm as a whole heading toward destruction and the Sinister Mutation unfolding, these normal traces of Dao appear exceptionally prominent and abrupt, making it very difficult to return and flow into the boundless Sea of Dao.

Du En easily obtained it, returned to the carriage, and contemplated it in the shelter from the rain.

(End of this chapter)