Chapter 330 The Ending (14)

After learning that the Demon God's words were true, the major races felt a heavy heart, their limbs sluggishly pulling open large defensive formations.

Some even fell into a daze, their minds unable to think normally.

They had been negligent before, and now they could only pray that everything was not too late.

Upon entering the eternal night, their spiritual energy was frozen within their meridians, rendering them unable to be easily unleashed. In the end, it was cultivators with exceptionally strong cultivation who sacrificed their magical artifacts, forming large defensive arrays to resist the invasion of "Qingxue."

At this moment, they all deeply understood that this substance was clearly a potent poison to demonic creatures, but for them, it was a slow-acting poison.

Everyone was filled with indignation and resentment, with some even feeling a sense of betrayal.

The Demon God hailed from the Divine Realm, not belonging to these three thousand small worlds. The difference between them and these insignificant mortals was as vast as the heavens and the earth.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together; different species naturally cannot understand or associate with each other.

But Gu Junshi was also a human cultivator, and a native of this land. How could she treat her own kind so cruelly and immorally?

"Hahahaha... Gu Junshi, even the Heavenly Dao can misjudge. Your nature of preferring to wrong the world than let the world wrong you truly earns my admiration. If the Heavenly Dao knew that the person it painstakingly elevated was the one pushing the tide to destroy everything, do you think it regrets it now in Taiji Mengyi Jiayi Tian?"

Perhaps the scene of them slaughtering each other now delighted the Demon God, or perhaps the more brutal Gu Junshi became, the more she pleased it. In any case, even though Gu Junshi had annihilated its vanguard demonic creature forces, causing it the greatest loss, it instead laughed heartily, rather than being enraged and attacking.

Gu Junshi's gaze was cold and calm. She could hardly be considered a person of serene and benevolent disposition at this moment. Her frosty face bore the unique chill of the Underworld, her unbound hair swaying without wind, a cold and vast void behind her, the imposing Hall of Yama, the solemn eighteen hells.

"Buddhism and Daoism both speak of causality. My being here now is the result of the Heavenly Dao's actions. However, whether the final outcome is good or bad is not decided by the Heavenly Dao, but by me."

Gu Junshi's words resonated with the Demon God, stirring up its past and igniting its hatred.

"The Heavenly Dao is a fart! It spouts twisted logic. In the end, doesn't everything depend on who has the stronger power? If I hadn't trusted it, I wouldn't have been imprisoned in the Chaos Separation Realm for ten million years. You, however, woke up earlier than I did."

Gu Junshi had no intention of finding common ground with it.

"I have relied on myself to reach this point."

She owed no one and did not care what happened to others. As she had said, she was not someone who resorted to slaughter as a means, but if necessary, she would not be soft-hearted. After all, the position she occupied was hardly one of peace and tranquility.

"Indeed, you are different."

The Demon God perhaps wished to witness Gu Junshi kill everyone with its own eyes. It endured the weakening effect of "Qingxue," the intricate web it wove even affecting the recovery of its demonic essence, yet it did not care about falling into a disadvantage because of it.

It thought venomously: compared to its own destruction of everything, it believed Gu Junshi would be more capable of enraging and infuriating the Heavenly Dao.

In the dark night, the crystalline snow fell tirelessly. The souls radiating the light of life began to dim. The faint lights gathered together, not as a single mass, but as countless clusters, distributed in every corner of this small world.

They represented life.

But as the light of life grew weaker and weaker, they would eventually be dragged into the Underworld, becoming undead.

"Gu Junshi—"

A clear and sharp shout pierced the air.

Gu Junshi remained unmoved, her gaze falling, and she saw a person clad in jade robes, stained with blood, ascending on a flying artifact. He was clearly in a terrible state, his face as white as a ghost, but his pupils were extremely deep and black.

"You stop! Even if you treat human lives as worthless, there's still a shred of humanity left. But you are about to kill these millions upon millions of living beings!"

He had not possessed such benevolent sentiments in the past, nor would he have argued or fought so desperately for anyone.

One could say it was she who changed him, but in the end, he realized that he had never truly understood her.

Gu Junshi said calmly, "You should know, I am the King of the Underworld. After death, souls enter the Underworld, and there is still a glimmer of life. Once the Demon God disappears, this realm can be preserved. After hundreds or thousands of years..."

"What if you lose?" he interrupted, his eyes red, panting.

Gu Junshi's slender eyebrows lightly raised upon hearing this, finding it quite amusing.

His question had hit the nail on the head.

Her expression was indifferent, and she smiled faintly and casually, "Then consider it a world of living beings as my burial accompaniment."

When one dies, the lamp is extinguished; how could she concern herself with what happens after?

Dan Ya was suddenly struck, his expression turning ashen.

"Is there no other way?"

"Do you think there is? Even this current situation is the result of my painstaking research and meticulous planning. I ask you, who in the world can withstand the Demon God's slaughter?"

Dan Ya lost all color.

At this moment, another steady yet weak voice came, "Gu Tanyue, why did you kill your husband to achieve enlightenment and ascend to the upper realm, becoming stronger regardless of everything?"

She quietly looked at the questioner, her pupils deepening. After a moment of silence, she said lightly, "To remain untainted."

"Amitabha, Gu Tanyue's heart is as deep as the abyss. This poor monk has always seen her as flowers in a fog, difficult to comprehend. But there is only one thing..."

Cheng Hong, who had woken up at some unknown time and was being supported by Lu Ziyin, raised his head and said decisively, "You have always acted with caution, and your choices have been decisive. Destroying the world is a decision you made after weighing the pros and cons, but it will never be your only method."

Gu Junshi remained expressionless, making it impossible for people to guess whether Cheng Hong's words were right or wrong.

Is that so?

Whether they were righteous cultivators, villains, human cultivators, or demon cultivators, all looked towards Gu Junshi, anticipating her answer.

Time flowed like three thousand falling snowflakes, scattering with quiet grace.

In the almost agonizing wait, she said indifferently, "So what?"

So what?!

It was like a heavy hammer blow, striking their heads fiercely.

So what?

"Don't talk to this demoness anymore. She's the same kind as the Demon God, utterly insane!" Ru Lan pointed at Gu Junshi, enraged, and scolded, "If you have the ability, kill the Demon God. Why do you sacrifice our lives? Did you ask if we were willing?"

Hearing these words, Gu Junshi's expression turned cold for a moment.

"I shouldn't be here, and I didn't want to be a pawn of the Heavenly Dao. Did it ever ask me if the common people of its world needed someone to sacrifice to preserve them, and did it ever ask me if I was willing to sacrifice for it?" Gu Junshi looked up at the sky blankly for a moment, then broke into a smile, "It didn't grant my wish, so why should I grant yours? It's just one overpowering another. Whoever is weaker is like cattle and sheep, to be slaughtered and butchered at will."

The people of Wushang Mansion were stunned.

They looked at Gu Junshi in shock, "What nonsense are you talking about? You clearly ruined everything. You killed the son of heaven who saved the world, you harmed our lord, and now you have replaced him and are slandering the Heavenly Dao! This is all your own doing!"

"Then have you ever heard of the 'Great Dao Unfeeling Art'?"

These five words seemed to instantly pull the people of Wushang Mansion back to the beginning, when they first followed the guidance of fate.

Killing the wife to achieve enlightenment.

The Gu clan.

Their expressions immediately became flustered and panicked.

"Wushang Mansion, you are not innocent. Everything was orchestrated by the Heavenly Dao, and it also began with your rampant ambitions. If I didn't die, then Liu Jiang Fusheng and you would naturally be the ones to die."

Upon hearing this, Wushang Mansion felt as if their entire bodies were frozen, their breathing almost stopped.

The Human Emperor stepped forward. Ghostly qi emanated from him, and naturally, he also feared the approach of "Qingxue."

He endured the bone-chilling pain of the frost and moved to stand in front of Dan Ya, confronting Gu Junshi.

Facing Gu Junshi, the current ruler of the realm, his pupils dilated, his eyes filled with a sense of unfamiliarity.

"Do you have to do this?"

Towards the Human Emperor, Gu Junshi frowned unexpectedly and frankly said, "I can only find a reason to do this, but I can't find a reason not to. Why don't you think of one for me?"

Without acting or pretense, the true Gu Junshi was like someone completely opposite to truth, goodness, and beauty. She was deeply calculating, overbearing, and possessed a uniquely solitary pride, with an extremely complex and profound personality.

She could be kind to others one moment and stand on the opposite side of the world the next.

To save or not to save, to release or not to release, to kill or not to kill, all depended on her whim.

The Human Emperor was choked with emotion. He took a deep breath, recalling how he, who was once a figure that made the world tremble in fear and change their colors at the mere mention of his name, now seemed weak and human in her presence.

She was too ruthless; he admitted he could never catch up.

More importantly... even if he wanted to, he didn't have the ability to destroy heaven and earth, using millions of living beings as "chess pieces" to gamble for life and death.

"Is there truly nothing in this world that you have even the slightest attachment to?" he asked through gritted teeth, confused.

Gu Junshi was stunned by his question.

...Someone had asked her this before.

At this moment, Cheng Hong's brows were like a lonely pine tree swaying in the wind. With a gentle yet firm tone, he said, "You will change your mind."

Although the speaker was the Holy Son of Mohe Zen Temple, whom they had once respected, no one present believed these words.

Even the Demon God found it impossible.

Although its time with Gu Junshi was short, it understood through her past deeds how stone-hearted she must be. For something to make her change her mind would be akin to a miracle.

To put it metaphorically, even if Gu Junshi had married the Son of Heaven and had two children, she had not changed her mind about killing her husband to achieve enlightenment and ascend to the upper realm for his sake.

It was ridiculous to measure such a woman's principles by her gender.

In her world, there was far greater political maneuvering and ambition than any man.

As for Cheng Hong's words, Gu Junshi did not mock or dismiss them as others did with disbelief.

She traced a finger over the strands of hair brushing her lips, tucking them behind her neck. Her frosty white eyelashes drooped slightly, her dark pupils uniquely beautiful and sharp.

She said to Cheng Hong, "I am very curious. How do you plan to make me change my mind?"

Cheng Hong gently pushed away Lu Ziyin's support, disregarding the concern and obstruction of those around him. He raised his head to meet her gaze.