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"Do not blame, do not hate. Once greed takes hold, the heart becomes a demon."
Zhenren Bai Su let out a faint sigh, a sound that seemed to pierce through the darkness, carrying with it a sense of desolation and helplessness. "Not everyone believes you will turn to darkness; it is that no one dares to take the risk. A thousand years ago, when the Demon Lord emerged, chaos engulfed the Five Realms, and the people suffered immensely. Nuwa nearly destroyed the world to recreate it. Such a catastrophic event is something we cannot endure, so we had no choice but to sacrifice you to save all living beings!"
At the same time, seductive voices echoed in the darkness, each one laced with an almost magical allure that relentlessly assaulted his mind.
"Demon Emperor, do not believe Bai Su's words. If she truly regarded you as her disciple, how could she help others harm you? Have you forgotten? The sword in your back was given to you by her. You traveled thousands of miles to congratulate her, yet she laid a trap, waiting for you to walk right into it!"
"Demon Emperor, do you not remember how you pleaded with her at the Ascension Conference? She still cast you out! Bai Su is nothing but selfish; to protect her so-called celestial sect, she has shifted all blame onto you!"
"Please, Demon Emperor, lead us to unify the Five Realms!"
It felt as if a thousand hands were clawing at his heart. In that moment, Lan Xibai could only feel an excruciating headache, as if countless steel needles were piercing his skull.
His clear eyes glowed with a blood-red light in the darkness, an eerie and terrifying radiance.
Yue Keyan wanted to embrace Lan Xibai, hoping to offer him warmth and comfort, but he pushed her away forcefully.
He stumbled about like a headless fly in the dark, struggling in agony, hands clutching his head as he twisted his body incessantly.
Finally, he quieted down. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were blood-red, clearly indicating that he had been bewitched by the demonic voices, lost in himself and trapped in inner turmoil.
The blackness gradually faded away to reveal a vast expanse of demons lurking behind the dark mist. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, looking to Lan Xibai for leadership as they stood ready for battle at any moment.
In an instant, the sky darkened, thick clouds gathered, and thunder roared.
A bolt of lightning struck straight towards Tianshan, once the entrance to the Celestial Court, now a land overrun by demons. Even the Demon Emperor, filled with malevolent energy, was once a disciple of the Tianshan Sect.
As the battle between celestial beings and demons raged on, the entire Tianshan transformed into a mountain of blood, with cries of battle and screams of agony intertwining, echoing through the valleys.
At last, atop the blood-soaked peak of Tianshan, Lan Xibai managed to regain a sliver of clarity. He pleaded with Zhenren Bai Su, his voice tinged with despair and a desire for release: "Master, please kill me. I do not wish to become a demon, nor do I want to be your enemy!"
Zhenren Bai Su's voice finally wavered slightly, trembling with reluctance: "You..."
"Lan Xibai, have you lost your mind? You actually ask her to kill you? I may not know what happened on this day three hundred years ago, but I can clearly tell you that three hundred years from now, you will regret it—all of it! You called me here to stop this!"
Yue Keyan grew anxious, her eyes reddening as she rushed forward to embrace Lan Xibai tightly, as if trying to shield him from all storms. "I don't care if you're a demon or not; to me, you will be lonely and unhappy three hundred years from now. I won't let you suffer this pain again, even if it means I must die here."
" Ke Yan'er..." Lan Xibai murmured, wanting to comfort her but unsure of what to say.
At that moment, a burst of white light suddenly broke through the air. The light resembled a blooming white lotus, radiating a gentle glow.
A blue Blue Paper Crane flew out from that white light and glided toward him. The Blue Paper Crane flapped its wings lightly, as if carrying some kind of mission.
"Is it the Spatial Sound Transmission Technique?"
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