Chapter 132: Farewell, Dongfang Xing

"Can you all still fight?" Yanshan Hai asked the crowd. In the face of danger, he was the most resolute.

Yanshan Hai knew that if even he, the Leader of the Five Peaks Alliance, collapsed, the others would also scatter.

At the brink of life and death, even if he could, he would not act like the despicable Zhang Gonggong.

"I can't anymore." Ouyang Zhuo fainted directly; even an unparalleled expert can have moments of exhaustion.

"Let me try again..." Linghu Shang was an old senior of the Huashan Sect, his strength not inferior to Feng Yi Chu's, yet even so he couldn't hold up; he covered his arm with his hand, forced himself to stand, but after just a few moments he couldn't sustain it and fell again, collapsing heavily to the ground.

They were heroes of a generation, high-ranking and powerful, dominating their region was a given; they were the objects of admiration for countless people. They spent their whole lives unable to imagine that one day they would face such a tragic fate.

Everyone was at a loss, only able to wait for death.

They could no longer hope that someone would come to their rescue.

"I'm not willing!" Yanshan Hai had once felt hope rise, only to fall into despair again.

Whether one can hold on is one thing; absolute strength is another.

"Not seeking to be born on the same year, month, and day, but hoping to die on the same year, month, and day..." Hong Liang said with a bitter smile.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What nonsense about dying! We're not dead yet!" Ximo Jianmo said angrily.

……

Dongfang Tian not only failed to rescue Dongfang Xing, but also ended up implicating himself.

Before this, Dongfang Jie had never imagined anyone could defeat Dongfang Wuji, so he hadn't considered leaving a backup plan; now it seems that last night's move was the correct decision.

To revive Dongfang Wuji, Dongfang Tian, though inferior to Dongfang Xing in talent, nevertheless had the purest demon blood flowing in his veins; the two siblings were the most suitable candidates.

Speaking of contingencies, today Dongfang Wuji, together with eighteen experts plus Chen Yi He, fought to mutual destruction, unable to rise again; Dongfang Jie's ambition had originally been meant to subside, but then there was Dongfang Tian.

"Tian'er, now think about it—uncle still has to thank you! Hahaha!" Dongfang Jie laughed heartily, "No one can escape my grasp! Not even the ancestors!"

The demonic energy inside Dongfang Wuji was about to be completely transferred to Dongfang Tian; Dongfang Tian's process, from the initial struggle to present acceptance, was a shift from resistance to numbness.

Chen Yi He bore the demonic energy, walked to the ruins, knelt on the broken ground, and began to dig up the debris with his hands, piece by piece, fragment by fragment.

Tears streamed uncontrollably; Chen Yi He wept again, unable to restrain his emotions, utterly unable to control himself, calling out repeatedly, "Dongfang... Dongfang... Xing'er..."

Dongfang Wuji's body was gradually shrinking, the rubble covering him sinking deeply, almost pulling Chen Yi He down as well.

"Could it really be that no one can stop him?" asked someone unknown.

But no one could answer.

Nan Zhongyi exhausted his last strength, hurling his spear! Yet before it even reached the vicinity of Dongfang Tian's body, it shattered into sand. He furiously pounded the ground, "I hate it! I hate it!"

Passing up a life of wealth and honor, yet he came to Dong Hai to seek death.

The demonic energy finally ceased.

Dongfang Tian became the second Dongfang Wuji.

Still tall and sturdy, the demonic energy undiminished, even stronger! For his body was filled with Dongfang Wuji's hatred!

Dong Hai's waves rose again! If Dong Hai had a soul, it might be thinking, "When will I be windless and waveless?"

Demonic energy surged thirty thousand li!

Unlike Dongfang Xing, Dongfang Tian's face retained half; the left cheek was still his own, the right cheek was Dongfang Wuji's, and he spoke, "I am Dongfang Tian... I am Dongfang Wuji..."

Even his voice was mixed, sometimes Dongfang Tian, sometimes Dongfang Wuji, both hateful tones.

Dongfang Jie never expected such a situation—it was a demon that was neither Dongfang Tian nor Dongfang Wuji!

One body, two people!

Compared to the previous Dongfang Wuji, his strength was clearly increased by a third!

Within his tall frame, it seemed like two people vying for the body, but upon close observation, it was not so; Dongfang Tian seemed to enjoy this sensation, willingly becoming a demon!

"Ancestor, I am willing to fulfill you." the left cheek said.

The right cheek did not speak, but made a cold smile.

That was the communication of two souls sharing one body, discussing how to handle this body properly.

"Good nephew, good nephew! This is the best! Not disappointing my uncle's cultivation!" Seeing Dongfang Tian in this scene, he couldn't help but rejoice; all his doubts and worries vanished completely!

"But I have a condition: if you are willing, my body and my soul are yours." the left cheek said sadly yet ruthlessly, expressing this fully on half a face.

Everyone was desperate, yet could not avert their eyes from that demonic god-like figure; even in death, they wanted to die with clarity.

Dongfang Jie strode forward. Under the demonic shadow, he raised his head, not knowing what to call it—Dongfang Tian or Dongfang Wuji?

The right cheek blinked.

"That is..." the left cheek solemnly proposed its demand: "He must die!"

At that moment, Dongfang Tian's soul seemed to dominate the demonic body, reaching out to point at Dongfang Jie!

……

"Dongfang..." Chen Yi He couldn't care less about anything else; his heart held only Dongfang Xing, single-mindedly, full of Dongfang Xing.

Never mind the towering waves!

Even if it meant death, he wanted to die together with Dongfang Xing.

Chen Yi He dug for a long time, scraped for a long time, finally seeing that tiny body.

Dongfang Xing's eyes were slightly closed, her hands folded over her chest, lying on a sunken boulder, she was so peaceful, her complexion pallid without a trace of blood, as if asleep. Yet even the faintest breath was gone.

Dongfang Xing was like a newly blossomed flower, petals dotted, exquisitely beautiful, yet like the pistil within a bud, its fragrance wafted, refreshing the spirit.

Dongfang Xing's purity rivaled that of a newborn—having cried and fussed enough, she slept soundly in her mother's arms.

"Dongfang..." Chen Yi He jumped down from the ruins, his body slamming hard against the side of the boulder, his chin striking the sharp edge, adding a new wound to his disfigured face.

Chen Yi He could no longer stand, crawling laboriously toward Dongfang Xing.

Yet Dongfang Xing was so beautiful that Chen Yi He could not bear to destroy that beauty.

"Dongfang..." Chen Yi He lay beside Dongfang Xing, calling out, wishing to awaken her.