Chapter 267 - 221: Death

The light of the glass Treasure glittered briefly, suggesting it was a rare artifact, yet even in the Tribe’s most difficult times, his father had never brought it out.

He had vaguely heard that his father possessed a great treasure and had hidden in this desolate land to escape assassins.

He had always scoffed at this, as others didn’t understand his father— he knew him well; he had never seen any legendary treasures in his life.

But now, as his aged father, who was on the verge of death, slowly brought out this Treasure Bead, he realized he didn’t know his father at all.

Feng Jiu, looking at the Treasure Bead handed to her, suddenly envisioned the old man as he once was, when he was a young man starting to make his mark in the Demon Court.

But now he was an old man on his deathbed, seeing his shattered Primordial Spirit and battered body, she could guess what had happened to him.

"Who inflicted these wounds on you?" Feng Jiu said softly.

However, everyone felt a terrifying intent to kill, which was like the cold winds of the Nine Heavens sweeping across the land, making everyone shiver involuntarily.

Lin Fang cast a surprised look at Feng Jiu; having been with her for so long, this was the first time he had seen her in such a state.

At this moment, she truly appeared as the Demon Emperor, her imposing aura and indescribable majesty inspiring awe and reverence in those around her.

The old man gently uttered the name "Black Robe."

Lin Fang couldn’t help but furrow his brow at this name, a name he had heard before; if he was not mistaken, the one who had left a dark mark on Little Feng was known by this name.

Indeed, with that person’s methods, he could certainly accomplish such deeds.

At the same time, Lin Fang looked at the old man with surprise; to have endured such injuries, this old man was no ordinary person.

Especially the torment of the Soul, which is far more painful than physical torture, many would lose their sanity and become mad, yet the old man showed only weakness and no other signs of affliction— what a tremendously strong spirit he must have.

"Black Robe, so it was this traitor, a man obsessed with killing," Feng Jiu said coldly.

The old man, seeing this, smiled proudly, "He tried everything, continuously tormenting me to obtain this treasure, but I didn’t let him succeed. Later, someone attempted to assassinate him, and he was so scared that he no longer showed his face."

"However, there are still people who come here to scout from time to time, and even those who leave the village are followed; I suspect he still harbors ill intentions towards this object."

In this moment, the old man’s face displayed a proud smile, and also a naive one; in front of Feng Jiu, he seemed to shed his heavy guise and revealed his true nature.

Feng Jiu solemnly accepted the treasure, her tone carrying a chilly edge, "I will not let that traitor gloat."

"Your Majesty, please give him my regards, as I am no longer capable of handling him personally."

"Do you have any last wishes?"

The old man lifted his head upon hearing the words and gently tugged at his son beside him. He then slowly began, "In my life, the ones I have failed the most are this child and my tribespeople. Because of me, they have persisted on this desolate land for far too long. I hope that after my death, His Majesty can look after these children for me."

"It is what I ought to do."

"There is another wish, if possible, I would like to be buried next to the new Demon Court, so that even under The Underworld, I can properly narrate to my comrades the current state of the Demon Court," the old man said with a sigh in his voice.

He looked up, his empty eye sockets briefly flickered with an inexplicable light. In that moment, he seemed to see his fallen comrades in the flames of war, extending their hands, inviting him to join them.

He stretched out his trembling, aged hand, trying to grasp those people.

Suddenly, everyone saw the old man’s arm slightly raise and then quickly fall. His eyes closed.

This elder, who had persevered for countless years, finally completed his last wish and walked the final journey of his life. He departed this world with a satisfied smile.

Because he believed that as long as His Majesty remained with the Demon Clan for one more day, that ideal paradise for the Demon Clan would surely come.

The Monster by his side, witnessing his father’s passing, could no longer control his emotions and threw himself onto his father’s body, tears streaming down like rain.

He had misunderstood his father in the past, had rebelled against him, and even defied him. However, with age and increasing experience, he seemed to gradually understand the steadfastness in his father’s heart.

He began to learn how to get along with his father, to understand his father’s grand ideals. And just as he was drawing closer to his father, this great Monster ended his life’s journey.

A child desires to support, but the parent is gone; such is the tragedy of the Mortal World.

The sturdy Monster held his father’s corpse, crying like a child. From today, the sky above his head had collapsed, and there was no one to take his place during difficult times.

There was also no longer anyone to scold him after making mistakes and then guide him forward with wisdom.

Feng Jiu looked on in a daze. She did not disturb the crying Monster, her mind recalling the elderly man’s youthful face.

Back then, he was full of spirit, his tender face filled with admiration for himself.

There wasn’t only one such young Monster; they were once the hope of the Demon Clan. Given enough time to grow, perhaps they would have been able to support the Demon Clan’s sky by now.

Unfortunately, due to the leak by the Divine Exorcist Great Sage, the Demon Court suffered a fatal blow, these precious seeds of the Demon Clan died in the chaos of war, having left the world before they could even begin to shine.

That was what Feng Jiu always regretted the most. She could have protected those seeds.

Feng Jiu clenched her fists tightly, remaining silent, keeping all her rage bottled up inside. She knew that now was not the time to flare up. With the Demon Clan in decline, every step had to be carefully considered; the Demon Clan could not afford a second failure.

But before that, the traitor known as Black Robe must pay the price he deserved, Feng Jiu thought furiously.

In accordance with the old man’s last wish, Lin Fang invoked the Samadhi True Fire to ignite his body. The blazing flames enveloped his aged body, lighting up the eyes of every Monster. Their old Clan Leader returned to Heaven and Earth.