Legend of the Great Sage

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The Thunder Lord General of the Nine Heavens roared furiously.
Thousands of bolts of lightning swept through the land, killing all of the Li Qingshans and reducing all of the plants to ash.

But in the blink of an eye, specks of green sprouted again, growing and strengthening, blooming and bearing fruit.
Li Qingshans leapt out one by one and challenged the god with their tiny voices.

Every single one of them only had a lifespan that lasted for a short instant, even more fleeting than mayflies that died in a single day.
They flashed like sparks before falling into silence.

However, there would always be new life born from the earth.

The wildfire was unable to burn them all, reborn again in the spring breeze.

The qilin’s path, the cycle of life.

The colossal god of lightning let out a furious roar.
He did not show any mercy at all, carrying out a mad slaughter.

The nine Heretic Gods were mentally linked.
They lost just a few siblings and their wills collapsed, yet at this moment, Li Qingshan went through death billions of times, and it was all his own death.
No one could replace him, nor could he avoid this.
He just endured it silently, enduring the endless horror and pain, just like this Demon domain, just like this demonic land.

Death was unavoidable.
Pain was unending.

The newly-born little Li Qingshans gradually stopped raising their voices.
They came into existence silently and passed away silently.
They did not even look towards the colossal god of lightning, dropping their heads gloomily.
Even their expressions had become much more haggard, but their gazes remained just as determined as before.
Even if they only lived for an instant, they would die with a flash, illuminating a smear of the darkness with that spark.

Before he knew it, the colossal god of lightning stopped roaring furiously, only killing away numbly.

Life and death revolved through the world, between the lightning and the fire.
It was clearly extremely clamorous, yet there was a strange silence to it, like a solemn offering to the heavens or a respectful funeral, enough for the world to pale.

Li Qingshan used himself as the offering, sacrificing his body and soul endlessly to the heavens, while the colossal god of lightning was the main offeror.

The Thunder Lord General of the Nine Heavens had sealed himself into the coffin, gradually being enveloped by the depths and silence of the earth, while the little Li Qingshans were the mourners.

The gods and demons all fell silent.
Even the spectating Demon God Qiongqi widened his eyes like he had blanked out.
He even wavered slightly inside. If even the prelude is so shocking and frightening, do I really want to witness the crisis of the world?

The Thunder Lord General of the Nine Heavens suddenly felt a hint of weariness.
The Heavenly Dragon of Dao that had been drawn into his body became more and more difficult to control.

A sensation he had not experienced in a very long time welled up in his heart.
He realised this was the approach of death.
A long, long time ago, he endured this sensation day and night, but ever since he reached True Immortal, ever since he became a true god, he did not have to face this threat anymore.

Overlooking the countless Li Qingshans, he suddenly questioned him.
“Mad and foolish! Do you have any idea what you’re doing represents?”

The countless Li Qingshans raised their heads and answered calmly, “Chaos, war, death, and destruction.
In short, everything that leads to misfortune.”

“No one will benefit from this, not even you.”

“No one will benefit from this, not even me.”

“But you’re still going to do it.”

“But I’m still going to do it.”

The birth of the “demon king” had never been for bringing people good fortune.

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The Thunder Lord General of the Nine Heavens smiled wryly.
“Looks like this holds much greater meaning to you.”

“Meaning?” The Li Qingshans looked up at the sky.

With a boom, the Heavenly Dragon of Dao burst out of his body, returning to the sky.

The tribulation clouds parted; the bright moon emerged.

The seventh heavenly tribulation came to an end there.

Greenery rapidly spread, enveloping the sea of fire and climbing up the colossal god of lightning.
He did not move, like a statue, letting out a deep sigh.
“A long, long time ago, I too was a mortal!”

Beyond the Nine Heavens, a star suddenly fell.
The myriad worlds all saw the flaming tail it left behind.

At the same time, they saw a scarlet star rise up slowly.

Its glowing light shone like fire.

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