Chapter 678: Not Blaming Herself for Being Unable to Control Herself

"This sword strike cannot be dodged!"

Watching helplessly as Shen Yu unleashed this strike, watching as this strike shattered the cage she had obtained with such difficulty, and watching as this strike descended upon her.

From beginning to end, Qing Yan had never imagined that the opponent could be this terrifying; this strike could actually shatter both this seemingly indestructible cage and her along with it.

Yet she could only helplessly endure it head-on, because she simply could not dodge or avoid this strike.

The Sword Qi severed all her vitality, and she was torn apart as easily as a piece of rag.

Strong, terrifyingly strong! She felt that even in her prime, she would have been as insignificant as an ant beneath this Sword Qi.

Why are the Heavenly Pride of today so terrifyingly strong?

The final luster in her eyes gradually faded; at the very last moment, she seemed to see the past, and saw her former, helpless, and pitiful self once again.

It was a dim night, and she was shivering in a Brothel, being picked out by every man, being humiliated to their hearts' content.

And her father, because he wanted to save her, was beaten to death right before her eyes; even now, she could still hear the wails of her father before he died echoing in her ears.

It was he who appeared, like a ray of light shining into her World, driving away all the darkness and cold.

Just like a Prince Charming, he saved her, brought her warmth, and illuminated her World.

Yet in the end, her deep affection was misplaced; he saved her only because he wanted her body.

After being taken back, she began to learn the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, to learn dance, and to learn all kinds of knowledge.

She thought he liked it, so she studied desperately. Even though she could not see and it was very difficult to learn, she still forced herself to work hard.

Finally, she achieved success, and all her teachers praised her endlessly. She had originally wanted to hear praise from his mouth, but who would have thought that what she heard instead were cold commands.

From then on, she was like merchandise, sent to powerful people for their amusement, sent to all sorts of people.

As long as it was beneficial to him, as long as the other party asked, she had to serve them with all her might at night, even if the other party kicked and punched her or hurled insults at her.

Her heart grew cold again, bit by bit, falling into the darkness.

Finally, one day, she asked that young master who had once saved her, that "white moonlight" who had once been in her heart. She asked him if he had ever, even for a single moment, been moved by her.

But the answer she received was cold; he had only seen that she was good-looking, which was why he had brought her back.

From beginning to end, she was merely merchandise, as lowly as the weeds by the roadside, and he even mocked her for being a toad lusting after swan meat.

Finally, the last bit of light in her heart vanished; that night, she killed everyone. She dug out the other person's eyeballs and placed them into her own eyes.

From then on, she could see; this colorful World was truly as beautiful as she had imagined, but it was colder than she had imagined.

It was just that her eyes were blood-colored. Whenever she took action, her eyes would become as crimson as fresh blood; those were eyes soaked in blood and ruthlessness.

That night, she understood a principle: to learn to live in this cold World, she could only be colder than others.

From then on, she wandered the world in a red dress; it was the wedding dress she had secretly sewn over countless days and nights.

Putting on this dress, she went to pay tribute to that kind person in her heart who had sacrificed for her, to pay tribute to her former love, and to pay tribute to that ridiculous and humble self of the past.

When the Sword Qi extinguished her vitality, she had thought she would feel fear, would struggle.

After all, the previous her had used any means necessary to survive, her hands stained with blood, as if the desire to live was the only meaning of her existence.

But now, as death descended, Qing Yan felt no pain or unwillingness; what she felt was an unprecedented sense of relief.

Released, everything was released!

Beneath the Sword Qi, Qing Yan truly turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting away into the air just like that, until she finally disappeared.

"Dead, she's dead!" Watching Qing Yan as if she were still before them, the remaining Lin Musheng and the others felt only full-hearted dread.

They had not felt this sensation for a long time, and logically, they shouldn't have it either. In the past Great Contention Eras, they had also encountered countless dangers of Life and Death.

But at that time, their hearts were always as still as water, so indifferent that they didn't even care about themselves. It was as if they never knew what fear was, never knew what the feeling of terror felt like.

But now, they truly and realistically felt the sensation of fear; it was a feeling that left them feeling lost and uneasy.

"Next, let it be you!" Raising his head to look at Ye Juan; compared to the others, someone who specifically targeted infants was even more deserving of murderous intent.

"No!" Seeing Shen Yu look at her, Ye Juan's heart skipped a beat, and she fled rapidly toward the distance.

At this moment, she had only one thought: flee, hurry and flee from this place of right and wrong, flee from the side of this freak. As long as she fled fast enough, she would have a chance to live.

She had witnessed the two previous Sword Qi strikes; that was definitely not something they could resist. Only by fleeing was there a glimmer of hope for survival.

But before she had run very far, the Sword Qi had already caught up to her, slashing fiercely onto her body. It sliced through her body and annihilated her soul.

At this final moment, as her life and spirit were about to perish, it was as if a certain shackle in her heart had shattered.

In an instant, she remembered all the things from before, seeing the scene from back then where her own children knelt before her, wanting to sacrifice all their power to her.

At that time, the Spirit Qi was surging, and the ferocity of the Great Contention Era had already manifested. Countless old monsters had revived and were killing at will; less than one in ten of the world's people remained.

Those last resistors like them had basically been wiped out. Only in her own home had all her children been secretly in seclusion somewhere, researching a method to counter those old monsters.

Gathering the power of everyone from the same source was enough to allow one person to obtain unprecedented power and take that step.

Everyone in the family was prepared to die; as long as they could succeed, as long as they could deal with those cold and ruthless old monsters, everyone's sacrifice was worth it.

For this, all her children made the decision to sacrifice all their power, all their essence, energy, and spirit to her, helping her take that step.

She had not coldly devoured her children; she loved them more than anyone else. But for the sake of the world, she had to endure the pain and do so.

Her children possessed great love and could die for the world, and she could do the same.

In the end, she succeeded, crossed the threshold into the ranks of the old monsters, and possessed the strength to contend with them.

Yet at this time, she no longer thought about resisting; instead, she joined their ranks, and everything seemed to happen as naturally as could be.

Clearly, she had thought about protecting the World, clearly she had thought about resisting, clearly she had thought about dying for the world. But the result was that she betrayed everyone for the sake of living.

She, a former resistor, raised her butcher's knife against her own kin; in order to obtain more power and stronger strength, her knife was even more ruthless and absolute.

All these things were like yesterday; it turned out that, unknowingly, the self who had once taken the world as her own responsibility had long since changed, becoming selfish, becoming cold and ruthless, becoming a mass murderer.

Perhaps out of guilt, she liked children, and liked even more to raise them with her own hands. But after raising them, she couldn't help but devour them all one by one.

It's not that she couldn't control herself; it was truly because they were too delicious.