Legend of the Great Sage

What true dragon Ao Xuan? You won’t even have the right to be my mount.
What first senior sister Chao Tianjiao? Though, her figure is quite nice, so I can consider her as a mount.
And that damned rabbit, drinking my alcohol and kicking me in the face.
Unforgivable.

I’ll crush you all one by one and then face Qiongqi in the Demon domain.
How great would that be?

“Hahahaha!”

Li Qingshan laughed madly.
The bodhi tree shook and trembled as his voice echoed through the entire Hundred Herbs garden.

The cultivators all remarked, “A small man intoxicated by success! He’s just replaced Shen Yushu, so there’s no need to be so complacent!”

No one could understand his thoughts, just like how a finch struggled to understand the aspirations of a swan.

No, perhaps there was someone.

In the Hundred Herbs dwelling, Ruan Yaozhu recalled the conversation between Li Qingshan and the demon nascence that occurred in the turbulent ocean.

…Do you actually think you can defeat Demon God Qiongqi and reach beyond the Nine Heavens?

She thought of that again and again.
Was the Demon God Qiongqi that the demon nascence referred to actually one of the twelve Demon Gods of the Demon domain?

How can a mere Soul Nascence cultivator become involved with something like that? Even the grand sect master of the Myriad sect, the legendary Elder of Heavenly Tomes, might not necessarily be Demon God Qiongqi’s opponent…

Thinking up to there, she shook her head. No, the great sect master is a True Immortal, but his occupation is not fighting, so he’s definitely not Demon God Qiongqi’s opponent! Even the Zhenwu Emperor might not be able to slay the twelve Demon Gods, yet a mere Soul Nascence cultivator actually wants to confront one? That’s basically absurd.

However, it was exactly this absurd answer that explained everything.

Why he advanced so urgently, madly embracing extravagant gambles again and again like he did not care about losing, why he would not back down even when he faced true disciples, even bold enough to challenge them to a duel.
His courage and resolve was startling.

That was because even more powerful enemies and an even more terrifying fate awaited him.

It was exactly because of that that such a strange demon nascence had appeared.

The Heavenly Tome of Liberty definitely was not a trap from the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance, or there was absolutely no need for him to go this far.
On top of that, the birth of a new heavenly tome was a major event that alarmed the entire Myriad sect.
The Heavenly Tome of Liberty had been added to the ranks of the Myriad Heavenly Tomes a long time ago, free for disciples to choose from.

Then there was only one explanation.
Soul nascences cultivated by the Heavenly Tome of Liberty were easier to lose control.
As a matter of fact, losing control might have even been guaranteed when facing the heavenly tribulation, but it definitely would not go as far as to want to destroy itself.
Otherwise, just blowing up the soul nascence alone was enough to kill most people.
Li Qingshan’s demon nascence had not directly blown itself up exactly because it wanted to kill him.

That did make sense.
Basically all cultivators that made it that far had a very long lifespan ahead of them, so why would they still have a haunt like that? At most, they would be disturbed by their demonic thoughts.
It would be very dangerous, but it definitely was not enough to make death a guarantee.

He clearly possessed extremely great talent and extraordinary bloodlines.
It was even very likely for him to live longer than her, yet his greatest haunt was actually wanting to destroy himself.
Wasn’t that both absolutely laughable and sorrowful?

She finally understood why he advanced forwards without any regard.
The heavens had given him a fate of certain death!

And that would probably happen in a only few decades.
Just how short was that to cultivators like them? If she had encountered such an absurd matter, she would probably also be laden with worries and burdened with great pressure.

When she heard the mad laughter, it instead made her feel a deep sense of sadness, just like how when the will of the heavens toyed with people, it led heroes to the end of their paths.

She could not help but look up.
The sunlight poured in diagonally from above, cladding her in a hazy glow.

In the Hundred Herbs garden, there was a man and a woman, one in sorrow and one in joy.

Even if people could not communicate their emotions, they could still resonate.

However, it was a mystery just who had become whose haunt.