Chapter 654 Curtain Call

The woman who called herself Xiangliu was very strong.

Even if it was just an inadvertent display of aura, it was enough to rival Xie Min Yu, the Immortal that Xu Han met in Great Xia who had experienced three tribulations.

However, the moment Xu Han caught sight of his opponent's attack, his heart trembled and he subconsciously brandished his sword.

That sword strike was unsheathed in a hurry. Although Xu Han had already reached the Immortal Realm in terms of both his physical body and Internal Strength, this sword strike was far from enough to defeat an expert like Xiangliu.

However, the moment Xu Han drew his sword, Xiangliu actually took the initiative to step forward and face Xu Han's sword strike. As a result, a huge bloody hole was cut in the naked woman's chest. Golden blood sprayed all over the ground and also splashed onto Xu Han's body.

The attack on Qin Keqing and the others came to an abrupt halt in that instant, and Xiangliu returned to her beautiful appearance.

The corners of her mouth curled into a satisfied smile as she fell into Xu Han's embrace.

She leaned gently against Xu Han's embrace and looked up at him. Then, she slowly extended her hand and stroked Xu Han's cheek. She said softly, "Emperor… Prime Minister Liu Xing is not disgraced… May Emperor, break through the cage as soon as possible and descend upon the starry sky."

After saying this, Xiangliu's extended hand lost its strength and fell heavily, dissipating along with her vitality at that time.

Xu Han naturally felt this.

At that moment, his body began to tremble. A wave of grief surged out from his soul. His eyes became pitch-black and tears gushed out of his eyes.

At this moment, Xiangliu's body gradually turned into a dense black gas. The black gas surrounded Xu Han for a few breaths, and then suddenly arrived in front of Xu Han. At that moment, the black gas shook and poured into Xu Han's mouth.

Xu Han hadn't expected such a change. The black gas was frantically pouring in. He didn't seem to be able to stop such a thing. The only thing he could do was to let out painful howls.

"Young Master Xu!"

"Junior Brother!"

Seeing this, Qin Keqing and Meng Liang finally came back to their senses from the unforeseen events. The two of them quickly walked over to Xu Han's side and tried to help him solve the problem. However, the black gas was extremely strange. Meng Liang and Qin Keqing were unable to dispel the black gas even if they tried their best. They could only watch helplessly as it poured into Xu Han's body.

"It's useless. This power has already surpassed the level of this world" Just as the two of them were helpless, the weak Wang Yangming slowly walked over to the two of them. He glanced at the painful Xu Han and sighed.

"Then what should we do? Isn't it possible for us to look at Junior Brother like this?" Meng Liang was both anxious and angry, and his tone was a little louder when he spoke. However, he did not notice the increasingly weak aura around Wang Yangming.

Finally, after another ten breaths of time, the black gas finally poured into Xu Han's body. Xu Han's body immediately fell to the ground. Although he did not fall into a coma, he felt as if he was in a daze. He continued to feel pain on the ground. A ferocious light surged in his pitch-black eyes as he muttered words that no one could understand.

…

Pain, anger, and boundless grief lingered in Xu Han's chest, making him unable to control himself.

He could clearly feel that layer after layer of endless negative emotions came from the Devil God who was sleeping deep within his body, but he was unable to separate such emotions from his own emotions.

He tried his best to stay calm, but the more so, the colder the aura lingered in his heart.

Images began to flash through his mind.

He saw a man with a knife jump high into the starlight and slash at his eyebrows.

He saw seven stars shining, enveloping him, and then he was blasted into an endless abyss.

He also saw countless stars and creatures destroy and die in his hands. His feet were filled with corpses, his hands were stained with blood, and tens of thousands of vengeful souls behind him were crying, howling, and roaring.

"Emperor, what are you talking about? An Emperor is an Emperor. No one is in anyone's body. The Emperor just hasn't woken up yet." Xiangliu's words lingered in Xu Han's ears, echoing unceasingly in his mind.

Xu Han felt a splitting headache. He began to doubt whether he was really like what Xiangliu had said. He was the same person as the Demon God in his body. The people in the sky wanted to kill him not because they were cold-blooded and heartless, but because he himself was evil and deserved to die.

The more he thought about it, the more intense the pain in his head became.

He could feel the Demon God whispering in his ears. "We are one," he said. "To resist me is to resist yourself."

"Give me a hug, and you will be free from boundless suffering…"

"Come! Come! Hug me!"

That voice was endless and soul-stirring. Xu Han gritted his teeth and stayed in his mind to prevent himself from being bewitched by the Demon God. However, as time passed, the defense line in his heart became weaker and weaker. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before he was swallowed up.

…

"Old Master, what should we do?" Meng Liang looked at Xu Han and became even more anxious. Although Wang Yangming had recovered his youthful appearance, he couldn't care less about the appropriateness of such a title.

On the other hand, Qin Keqing was anxiously squatting in front of Xu Han, wanting to help him up, but Xu Han's entire body was filled with terrifying auras. Even though Qin Keqing was so anxious that tears could not stop flowing, she was still unable to get close to Xu Han.

Wang Yangming walked over to Xu Han with a low expression. Under the nervous gaze of Qin Keqing and Xu Han, he reached out and gently pressed his hand on Xu Han's forehead. At that time, the pale and ferocious Xu Han suddenly quieted down as Wang Yangming extended his hand.

The terrifying aura around him began to dissipate, and the ferocious expression on his face gradually calmed down.

Wang Yangming tilted his head and smiled at Meng Liang. "I can temporarily suppress the hostility in his body, but what happens in the future depends on his own good fortune," he said.

Meng Liang was delighted when he heard this and was about to say something when he saw Wang Yangming's body gradually dimming down at that time. It was like the candlelight in the night breeze that suddenly lit up and dimmed, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

"Old Master… who are you?" Meng Liang couldn't help but exclaim.

"My lifeblood sword qi has been given to you. Death is only a matter of time." Wang Yangming smiled and said, his expression extremely calm.

After hearing this, Meng Liang's pupils suddenly dilated. He looked at Wang Yangming who looked like a youth in front of him in disbelief and hurriedly said, "In this case, I'll return this sword qi to you. Don't worry, even without this sword qi, I can still cultivate into an immortal!"

After Meng Liang finished speaking, he hurriedly activated the power around him to summon the golden sword qi in his body and wanted to return it to Wang Yangming.

"The lifeblood sword qi has already become one with you. It is also the foundation of your sword spirit. If you give it back to me, your life will be lost." Wang Yangming smiled and shook his head. His appearance became old at a visible rate, and in the blink of an eye, he turned back into the old man's appearance. His eyes were filled with affection as he looked at Meng Liang and said, "These two strands of Innate Sword Qi are my Dao. As the ancients say, I can die on the eve of the Dao of Morning. Not only did I obtain the Dao, this Dao was passed down. As a Sword Spirit, I am much luckier than most people in this world."

When Wang Yangming said this, his tone was extremely calm, so calm that no one could suspect that his words were not sincere.

However, the more he acted like this, the more uncomfortable Meng Liang felt in his heart. His body began to tremble, and tears began to surge in his eyes as he looked at Wang Yangming. "But you don't have to die. You can survive and teach me your sword dao again. Don't worry, I will definitely study hard this time. I won't go out and leave the Mausoleum of the Swords like I used to." He asked in a choked voice.

"Silly child." Wang Yangming shook his head helplessly and waved at Meng Liang, saying, "Come here."

Meng Liang knelt down and climbed up to Wang Yangming with his knees on the ground. He looked at Wang Yangming with tears all over his face.

After careful calculation, Meng Liang was already twenty to fifty years old this year. With his identity and experience, it was truly unimaginable for him to cry to such a childish appearance. However, the death of Munch a few months ago and Wang Yangming's departure today combined to make him unable to suppress the sorrow in his heart, causing him to lose his composure.

Wang Yangming stretched out his aged hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Meng Liang's eyes. He said softly, "You have seen the Palace Master of Dark Asura Palace, you have seen the immortals in the sky, and you have seen the ancient demons that existed in the ancient world."

"The people in the sky don't want to see a True Immortal obtain the Dao. If I enter his Dao, I will no longer be me. I am no different from death."

"If I don't enter his path, I won't be able to defeat him. If I continue to fight, it will be a word of death."

"I gave you my lifeblood Sword Qi, so you can pass on this."

"In the future, there will still be trouble in this world. With this Innate Sword Qi of mine, if you cultivate hard, there will be a sliver of hope in this world."

"This is all I can think of. It's the best and only way."

As Wang Yangming spoke, he retracted his hand from Xu Han's forehead. At this moment, his last bit of strength completely entered Xu Han's body. The power that supported his body completely dissipated. His body grew dimmer and dimmer, and the golden sword in his hand was covered in cracks, reaching the edge of shattering.

"So, there's nothing to be sad about. Take your junior apprentice-brother and live well. No matter what others say, as long as you remember what you are, that's enough."

After the old man finished speaking, he extended his hand and respectfully cupped his hands towards Meng Liang. He said solemnly, "The road ahead is dangerous, and the things that lie ahead are the things that lie ahead."

"I'll have to trouble you…"

After saying that, the old man's body finally dissipated completely, and the golden sword that was floating in the air landed on the ground with a loud boom.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the golden sword instantly turned into powder when it landed on the ground. The golden light particles scattered, enveloping the Southern Wilderness outside the Sword Mausoleum at that time.

To illuminate the dim night as if it were day…

As a result, the life of the sword spirit who had guarded the mausoleum for a thousand years ended in this golden light.

He left others to cry under the golden light…

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