Chapter 118: The Past of Yun Gong (5)

Qingyue even saw her own god statue surrounded by believers. Pious believers were praying to her for wealth, marriage, peace...

She suddenly came back to her senses, rushed to the god statue regardless of everything, and broke the clay sculpture with her own hands in front of everyone!

"What are you worshipping? There is no god in this world! Only hypocritical liars! You have all been deceived, do you know? Those hypocrites, create disasters, then play the savior to steal your faith power! Don't be stupid anymore, don't be deceived anymore!"

"There is no god in this world, only a group of hypocrites who have cultivated immortality until they are stupid!"

In order to make her more convincing, she even projected the images from her memory.

But, no one believed her words.

Even if they saw with their own eyes the Earth Dragon being released in the picture, causing disaster, they still didn't believe her.

They only saw her break the god statue, destroy the faith, and were deeply afraid that it would cause the god's wrath and no longer protect all living beings.

The crowd was like an angered swarm of bees.

Someone shouted "Those who blaspheme the god must die!", and someone picked up broken stones and threw them at her.

She could have retreated from this farce with a single move, but she stubbornly stood there, stubbornly explaining, stubbornly roaring: "Look clearly at the truth! Look clearly at their true faces! They are not true gods, they are devils! Devils who fooled all living beings and also killed my master!"

Blood beads slid down her forehead, soaking her clothes mixed with rain.

The sky didn't know when a torrential rain fell, and she couldn't avoid being drenched in filth.

Warm liquid flowed from her eye sockets, and she couldn't tell if it was rain, tears, or blood.

The blood-colored rain curtain blurred her vision, and she finally understood that people would rather be harvested by the sickle of lies than let the truth destroy their faith.

When Zhuohua was dying, was he also like her at this moment, full of sorrow, yet helpless?

Master, if you were still here, how good would that be. You would tell disciple, what should disciple do?

Should I continue to be a hypocritical god?

Or tear off the god's clothes and pull everything down from the altar?

But they don't believe me, clearly I gave evidence, they just don't believe it!

Lies have been circulating for a long time, becoming truth, carved into the blood of several generations, and can never be washed clean...

But are mortals really stupid beyond saving?

If it were really so, then what about the time we spent together in the human world all those years?

We walked together to uphold justice and help the weak, what about those things we did?

"Absurd! This world is truly absurd!"

Lin Qingyue slowly stood up from the mud, her eyes clear and shattered, "If I cannot be a god who saves the world, then I will be a demon who destroys the world!"

A clap of thunder shattered the dark firmament.

From then on, there was one less noble and kind Immortal Lord in the Immortal Cultivation World, and only one Demon Monarch who made people hear her name and tremble remained.

Every swing of her sword seemed to be a declaration of war against this absurd world.

Those who enter the demonic path damage their hearts and destroy their virtues, cut off their immortal path forever, and after death, they will fall into the Wujian Diyu to suffer the pain of ten thousand calamities.

But the human world is already as absurd as purgatory, where is the Xianjie?

Relying on her peerless talent, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds after entering the demonic path. In just over ten years, no one in the entire Immortal Cultivation World could match her.

The Immortal Lord Lingfa, who was once high and mighty with countless believers, also knelt before her, trembling and praying for a glimmer of life.

At that time, Qingyue was studying the chess game and said without lifting her head: "I heard that when you sect masters play chess, you like to use your own sub-countries as a chessboard, and wherever you place your pieces, that is the battlefield. The loser has to give the incense of their sub-country to the winner."

She lifted her eyelids, revealing a cold light: "Is it fun?"

She shook her head and said disdainfully: "But it's too troublesome, I don't like it. Why don't we bet on heads? The loser of the chess game will offer their own head, how about that?"

After she slaughtered the Seven Great Immortal Sects in succession, her father finally came to her: "You rebellious daughter, how long do you want to make trouble?"

Sitting on the high throne, when she looked up at the man in front of her, there was no secular family affection under the suppression of demonic nature.

"If you didn't come, I almost forgot, so I still have a father. Father, hahaha... Do you want to play a game of chess with your daughter? Using your own head as a bet, how about that?"

Her father was trembling with anger, but still patiently said: "Yueyue, turn back! The demonic path is not the right path, it damages the heart and destroys humanity. You should have been the pride of our sect, you should have had a bright future, you should have..."

"Should have been like you, wearing god's clothes and being that hypocritical immortal who steals names? Immortal, I have already grown tired of being one. Father, if you are unwilling to play chess, then surrender, bring your Qingcang Sect people to surrender, I don't mind having a few more useful dogs."

"Rebellious daughter, you are presumptuous!" Father was furious and drew his sword to kill her.

But his sword stopped half an inch before the heart of Demon Monarch Qingyue. Looking down, he looked at the sword piercing his chest in astonishment, and squeezed out an unbelievable voice from his throat: "You, actually killed your father..."

"Bang!" Her father's body fell to the ground, and the bright red blood spread to Lin Qingyue's feet, staining her white dress red.

She widened her eyes, looking at all this blankly, repeating: "Killed my father, I actually killed my father..."

The blood stained on the skirt became more and more, so dazzling.

There seemed to be chaotic emotions like sadness, shock, and regret in her chest, but they suddenly dissipated, replaced by rage and the desire to kill.

She dropped her sword and slowly turned around. From then on, she no longer wore white.

Black is not easy to stain, so she was not afraid of being stained with blood, and couldn't see her own dirty sins, right?

She thought her heart was stronger and could suppress the invasion of demonic nature, but in the end, she could never turn back and became the most heinous person in this world.

Until later, she met A Zhuo.

He had the same face as Master, the same white clothes better than snow, standing in the gray world like a gentle light, becoming the only warmth in the rest of her life.

In the years when she was Demon Monarch, whenever her demonic nature erupted and she couldn't control herself, she didn't know why, but as long as A Zhuo's face appeared, it could soothe her madness and alleviate her violent emotions of wanting to kill.

She was like a sword that could not be broken, and corpses were everywhere she went. And A Zhuo was like a scabbard, helping her restrain her edge and also reducing many sins.

All kinds of past events flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

At this moment, on the calm lake in front of her, a figure slowly emerged: blood gushing from his chest, eyes red, questioning: "Daughter, how could you commit such an unfilial sin of killing your father?"

Lin Qingyue's usually calm eyes suddenly showed some fear: "Father..."

"Shut up, you are not worthy to call me father! You killed your father to seize power, slaughtered the Eight Great Immortal Sects, and made the entire Immortal Cultivation World smoky! Someone like you, death ten thousand times is not enough to redeem your crimes! You deserve to die, why don't you go die!"

"I... deserve to die?"

"Yes, you deserve to die!" The man was full of anger and roared, "You are a traitor to the entire Immortal Cultivation World, ruining the harmony of the Immortal Cultivation World for thousands of years! The sins you committed are hard to tolerate in the world, even after death, the Wujian Diyu cannot tolerate you!" ===== CHAPTER 119 =====