C109 Mu Lengqing

The Heavenly Wind Altar had just been reduced from a tall and deep courtyard to rubble, and now it was witnessing the love-hate recriminations between the two leaders.

It turned out that the Ancient Desolation had such a complicated history! The brows of the sword and the eyes of Zhu Jiuyin secretly exchanged, it turned out that they had been holding the most important secret all this time, but unfortunately, they had not been able to use it effectively before. This time, he definitely couldn't let go of this opportunity.

She no longer cared about the shocked, astonished, and mocking expressions on the faces of the crowd. Facing this man who was so familiar with her, her heart went completely cold. The feelings of her life had been exchanged for the results of today. Her thoughts were like those of more than thirty years ago, when she and Fang Bohun had been so young, when the two passionate young minds had collided, when they had defied the eyes of the world, crossed the rules of the Six Realms, and had come together without hesitation. Although they had secretly fallen in love and received no blessing, at that time, her young heart had been like a wind chime tied to a string, and they had been attached to each other ever since.

In the world, they were different worlds; behind them, they were a pair of lacquers, and those sweet and beautiful times were deeply branded with the imprint of love. At that time, he actually didn't know what it meant to live forever and grow old together. All he knew was to enjoy the happiness of the moment, as if that moment was everything, and in an instant, it would be ten thousand years. Later on, in order to avoid anyone's eyes and ears, they found a place in the spirit river's spirit valley — the Moon and Water Paradise. Although the Water Moon Wonderland was located in the Spirit Valley of the Sonic Stream, it was not far from the human world. Just like its name, there was a special cave with a hidden and secluded environment. In those few years, how many sweet, warm, and unforgettable memories the two of them had left in the Shuiyue Paradise, how many days and nights they had spent together, snuggling together and watching the sun set and sunset, hugging each other and feeling the flowers bloom and fall. Even today, Mu Lengqing still maintained the Shuiyue Wonderland as it was. Everything was kept in the same spot, and every part of it was wiped clean without a speck of dust. For so many years, every time it was the dead of night and her mood was jittery, she would stay alone in the Lunar Water Cave. Even if she just sat there quietly, her emotions would calm down and she would feel better.

After that, he had focused all of his attention on becoming an elder of Taixuan's capital. He also realized that this relationship between him and Mu Wanqing was over, so no matter how precious or unforgettable it was, he had to use his saber to sever all distractions. Gradually, he started to distance himself from Mu Sangqing. He always used all kinds of reasons to evade their secret meeting. He was no longer sincere and devoted to their relationship, like a falling leaf. No matter how much he missed the tree branch, it would still die with the wind. At this moment, the most sorrowful of all were the women. Their emotions and naivety did not allow them to let go as soon as possible. Their wishful thinking continued for a long time, but they did not know that the longer they persevered, the more they slipped into the abyss of pain.

When Mu Lengqing told Fang Bosheng that she had conceived his flesh and blood, she had naively thought that they would obtain the fruit of their love. Uncle Fang would be willing to stay by her side to protect her, so that the child could return to the way it was before. However, Uncle Fang did not show any signs of happiness after hearing about this. On the contrary, he was frowning and his face was dark and awkward. It was as if he was faced with some troublesome problem and felt that this was a burden.

During those days, the two of them kept arguing and sighing. Mu Xianqing questioned him, "For the sake of your position as an Elder of Supreme Mystery City, did you forget about our relationship so quickly? Were our sweet words and oaths just for show?"

He had once told her that as the sixth generation elder of Supreme Mystery City, he could not have a girl anymore. The relationship between the two of them was originally a mistake, the mortal world and the spiritual world did not marry each other, so they should forget about the relationship that should not have happened and return to their own lives.

One could imagine how cold and helpless Mu Lengqing was when she heard Fang Bo's cold reply. She did not understand why a person was so fond of power. He would sacrifice his precious feelings and even his own flesh and blood for the position of the World Head. How many sunsets and sunsets, how many flowers and flowers to bloom in spring, and how many days of spring and autumn to fall, Mu Xianqing was wandering around the Heavenly Watermoon Cave, calling Uncle Fang Chen for all sorts of excuses. She was still waiting for him to change his mind and dream that he would return to her side.

However, she was disappointed. They had never set foot in the Heavenly Passage of Water and Moon, the place where they had fallen in love so many times before. He hoped that he would never meet her in private again in the future, and that they would each forget this painful evil fate. As for the flesh in her womb, he had never cared about it, never even mentioned it.

Facing such a heartless man, Mu Xianqing wished that she was dead. Was it really mercilessly wiped away from her memory and body after more than ten years of loving each other?

No! It shouldn't be this way! She resolutely decided to give birth to her child. This was the crystallization of love, and it was also the seed planted by love and hatred. Since Uncle Fang was so heartless, Mu Sangqing wanted him to regret it. She wanted him to repent for his irresponsibility and regret it for the rest of his life. Therefore, she decided to give birth to this child at the risk of great danger and pain. The pain of a female in the Spiritual World giving birth was a hundred times greater than that of a human. Mu Sangqing had suffered unimaginable pain, as though she had wandered through the gates of hell for a few days and finally gave birth to this child after a few days of deep sleep. After going through countless hardships, she had kept her child somewhere else. Later on, she sent him to the Supreme Mystery to be accepted as an inner disciple. The reason why she did this was because she hoped that one day, she would be able to cause an eternal withering to rebel against the Profound Capital. She wanted to let Uncle Fang have a taste of the feeling of being deserted by his loved ones.

Unfortunately, a person's calculations were not as good as the heavens'. A thousand years of withering had suddenly infected the heart demon, and under the demonic nature of control, they became bloodthirsty and massacred. Many disciples died tragically under his sword. In order to prevent him from killing the innocent, Uncle Fang had taken his own life. He did not know that the ghosts under the sword were his own flesh and blood.

"Why didn't you tell me that the Eternal Wasteland is my son?" Tears streamed down Fang's face, the tears of a man. So he's my son... "So it turns out that we're father and son …" Uncle Fang's voice gradually turned into a sorrowful wail. He tightly clenched his fists, the veins on his fingers popped out due to his strength. His current mood could no longer be described with anger.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, only to see the sword ruler's eyebrow, his gaze was directed at Zhu Jiuyin, his gloomy face revealed a strange smile, and he quietly moved his body, moving deeper into the crowd. The crowd was so engrossed in the love and hatred between Mu Xianqing and Uncle Fang that they did not notice this unusual action of Candle Jiuyin. A moment later, Zhu Jiuyin was already out of the crowd. He stretched out his right hand from within the wide sleeves of his embroidered robe and started chanting in a low voice, as if he was calling for something.

Mu Lengqing looked at Uncle Fang with a cold gaze, deep in pain. She felt comforted, "Uncle Fang, do you have such a day? For the sake of becoming an Elder in Taixuan, you can give up on love, and you can also taste the pain of losing your loved one … " These words were like an ice-cold sharp sword, stabbing into Fang Bozhen's chest and bit by bit gouging out his flesh, causing him to be in so much pain that he wished he were dead.

"He's just an innocent child. Even if you hate me, why did you drag him into this …" He groaned in pain, the spasm of excessive grief tearing at his nerves.

Yes, to them, the Eternal Wither was just an innocent child. Even if he had long since passed away, he still wouldn't be able to change the current situation between the two of them, where love and hatred were born.

At this moment, the sound of clothes ripping through the air could be heard. A black shadow suddenly appeared above everyone's heads. Although everyone's eyes were on the black shadow, they could only watch in horror as it floated over.

"Who is it!?" Sneaking around here, why haven't you appeared yet! " Shen Jingyang stared at the drifting black shadow as he loudly berated it.

His body was thin and tall. He was holding a rusty iron sword in his hand. His body was wrapped in a black robe. He was completely covered by black robe except for his hawk-like eyes. His entire figure was like a ghost, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Everyone was shocked. The black shadow slowly moved towards the group of people. When his feet stepped on the rubble, there was no sound at all.

Yin Bao Scroll looked at the black shadow in surprise, "May I ask, who are you?" The dark figure did not answer, but continued to walk towards him.

"Who the hell are you!" Ning Xuemo quickly stepped forward. "If you still won't be here, don't blame me for being impolite!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "Hua" sound, and the Green Hill's Sword in his hand was already half out of its scabbard. It flashed with a dazzling cold silver light, causing people to instantly become timid.

The black shadow was slightly startled and stopped moving for a moment. Its body trembled, and its face that was tightly wrapped in a black veil let out a "hmm …" "Buzz …" The strange sound seemed to be saying something, but then it stopped.

The crowd looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Even Mu Sangqing and Uncle Fang looked at the black shadow in surprise. In the crowd, the palm that Zhu Jiuyin was hiding in his sleeve was slowly changing its shape, trembling and emitting a bizarre baleful aura. It was vague, strange, and hard to describe, and hard to detect.

The black shadow stared at Fang Bozhen and Mu Xianqing without blinking. A hint of hatred and affection could be seen in its sharp, empty eyes. Beneath the black veil, an indistinct voice could still be heard. It sounded like the call of a bug, so deep that it could suck people's hearts in.

Suddenly, the shadow raised his right hand and slowly took off the black veil. The moment the veil was lifted, everyone was stunned! Impossible, no one would believe their own eyes, how could it be him!?

Eternal withering! This was clearly Eternal Desolation!

Did he come back to life again?

Mu Lengqing backed away in shock, her eyes wide. "My child …" True... Is that you? " Her staccato voice was already filled with tears.

The Eternal Wither only let out a humming sound, and the sound of heavy breathing came from his throat. However, he was unable to speak, as if he was born dumb. His face had turned gray and blurry, as if he was wearing a human skin mask. In short, he looked extremely unreal.

Yin Zhu looked at the Eternal Wither Sword and was secretly shocked. A dozen years ago, he had personally witnessed Uncle Fang stab the Eternal Wither Sword to death with a sharp sword. The sword had pierced through the chest of the Eternal Wither Sword and died at that time; it was impossible for him to survive until now. Then, who was the Ancient Desolation that stood here? Suddenly, Yin Yang treasure scroll felt a wave of fear — this was an eternally withered undead soul!

"Gu Ku, do you still remember me?" Tears streamed down Uncle Fang's face, and he instantly aged a lot. His disheveled hair was actually covered with some silver threads. "Back then, it was me … I …" "I'm blaming you for this. How dare you be so cruel as to use your sword to stab you …" At this moment, Uncle Fang really wanted to go up and personally stroke that ancient face. Now, he wanted to experience the feelings of father and son even more.

At this moment, for some reason, facing the constant crying from Mu Lengqing and Fang Bozhen, the Eternal Wither just stood there quietly. There was no expression on his ashen face, and he just let out a soft 'Mmm mmm'. Suddenly, his head twisted mechanically as he stared blankly at Mu Lengqing. The steel sword in his hand was raised slowly while the back of his other hand was clenched into a fist behind him with a creaking sound.

Mu Wanqing was still crying. "My child, it's been so many years …" Just where did you go, and why … She thought of her childhood, when she had been dead forever. "Child, don't you remember me? I am your mother!"

"Mother?!" The word passed into his withered mind, as if it had stirred his nerves and made him aware of it.

"Mother?" The word still flowed through his mind, spreading to every nerve in his body, as if resurrecting his life.

"He's not human! He is the soul of the Undead! " Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted out, and like a clap of thunder, it immediately caused an uproar.

"So it's an eternally withered soul of the Undead. How come it's only been discovered until now …" Some people were discussing amongst themselves.

Everyone retreated in panic and became alert. Only Mu Lengqing and Uncle Fang were still standing there motionlessly, looking at the withering away of time with deep emotions.

He tried his best to control it, but unfortunately, the heart curse's reversal force was too strong. If he tried to forcefully control it, even the slightest carelessness would cause his heart to break. As a result, when his hand shook violently, he gave up on the Curse of Doom. In that moment, he knew that things would no longer be within his control.

At this moment, the eyes of the withering undead who had focused all their attention on Mu Lengqing were filled with warmth and love. The fists on her back also relaxed.

Mu Xueqing watched all this with joy as she walked over, disregarding her own safety. "Child, don't be afraid, your mother is here." As she spoke, she reached out her hand to caress the grey and withered face, and the places where her fingers touched were filled with a soft and ethereal feeling, "How can this be? Child, what happened to you? Who caused you to be like this?"

Abruptly, his withered face turned over, and his gaze shot towards the sword and brows, becoming vicious and sharp. At this moment, the weak will that he had just awakened disappeared once again.

"His body slowly walked towards the longsword and brows." "Child, what are you doing?" Mu Lengqing cried out in fear.

The ruler shaped brows also felt the strong enmity, but pretended to be calm, "What, you are just an undead soul, what do you want?"

Suddenly, the withered Undead flew into a rage. He leaped into the air and thrusted the sword in his hand towards the longsword in an angle. Although his figure was light like a ghost, his speed was swift like lightning. In an instant, the sword's edge was like a cold light of death, approaching the head of the sword ruler.

Everyone hastily made an opening.

The moment the sword tip closed in, the sword ruler's eyebrow suddenly used his internal energy. The wide devil robe impressively shook, and the eagle soared up like a pair of wings, leaving an empty door. Eternal Rest's sword struck nothing but air, as it desperately tried to turn the blade of the sword. However, a piercing chill came from behind it.