"The most memorable time was when half my head, including my eyes, was hurting terribly," Wei Yuan said calmly. "At the time, I thought, why am I still alive?"
"To die like your mother is to find liberation."
"But then I thought, I have to get revenge. I can't let my mother die in vain."
At this point, Wei Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "But until now, apart from seeing Yin Tiandao once after you, Master, died, I haven't been able to find out his whereabouts. Even if I wanted to take revenge, I was powerless to do so."
Realizing that his words were somewhat heavy, Wei Yuan quickly changed the subject, smiling as he said, "But I'm very glad I survived. If I had died in Wanku Mountain, I wouldn't have had the joy of being with my master all these years."
Yu Tang had only heard Wei Yuan recount his past experiences once.
Hearing it now still makes me feel incredibly sad.
He asked, "Was the structure of your ten lifetimes of love tribulations also influenced by your experiences?"
"Shen Yu was imprisoned and beaten, resulting in him becoming disabled and lame;
Cheng Luo's spine was removed, and he suffered terribly on the operating table; and Chu Jiangli had been blind for so many years..."
“Hmm…” Wei Yuan admitted, “It must be due to the influence of my soul memories. Even though I was reincarnated in these worlds, I still didn’t have a good life. I even dragged you down with me, Master. You were clearly the best in your profession in all the worlds, but you died because of my intrusion.”
“Our lives were all designed by the Heavenly Dao.” A fierce glint flashed in Yu Tang’s eyes: “The Path of Ruthlessness is not what I wanted to cultivate, and you could have lived a happy life as an ordinary child.”
Yet they were forced to endure so much suffering; all these events should be recorded in the annals of Heaven!
Wei Yuan was slightly taken aback, his gaze falling on the straw ring Yu Tang was wearing on his hand, and a warmth filled his heart.
He nodded in agreement.
Looking up again, the two had already caught up with the black mist and the boy.
This time, however, the boys did not die directly, but were left with limb disabilities, lying on the ground covered in blood.
"Shh..." Wei Yuan pulled Yu Tang back: "Master, use the concealment technique."
Yu Tang listened to him, used magic to conceal their presence, and then hid behind a thick tree to look out.
Sure enough, a masked cultivator arrived from afar shortly afterward. Upon seeing them, the black mist automatically detached from the boy's body, gathered into a ball, and entered the gourd opened by the masked cultivator.
“These few are not bad,” said a masked monk. “They survived the first attack and, with proper training, should become decent sacrifices.”
“Take them back to the back mountain and report them missing to the outside world.”
The others listened to him, picked up the unconscious boys, and rushed into the night.
"Let's follow them." Yu Tang and Wei Yuan quietly followed behind those people.
Along the way, they encountered several other groups of masked cultivators, all dressed in black, wearing half-black masks that only revealed their mouths and eyes, and each carrying one or two teenagers on their backs.
The boys all had injuries, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of blood when they gathered together.
This caused the monsters in the forest to howl, sending chills down one's spine.
This is how we arrived at the back of Yaohua Mountain.
It is also the back of the Qingcang Sword Sect's mountain gate.
Unlike the lush greenery on the front, the back of this mountain seems to be another space altogether.
The ground was dark purple, almost barren, and dotted with caves taller than a person. As you passed by, you could hear screams, screams, and faint groans coming from inside.
Yu Tang had been holding Wei Yuan's hand, and at this moment she noticed that his fingers were tightening. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't stop trembling.
He used a bit of force to grasp Wei Yuan's hand, giving him strength.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master." Wei Yuan pursed his lips and said, "I was the one who just said that all of this was fabricated, a projection of the past, yet I'm still being affected by it. It's useless..."
His words were interrupted by Yu Tang's hug.
A moment later, he was released.
Yu Tang, still looking like a teenager, reached out and ruffled his hair mischievously, saying, "If you're useless, then you can rely on me a little more."
"If you're going to stay this useful forever, what use am I to you?"
Chapter 32
Died for the villain for the tenth time (32)
Wei Yuan paused for a moment, then nodded and answered with two "Hmm..."
With Yu Tang by his side, he had nothing to fear.
It was just hatred.
The hatred for Yin Tiandao only deepened with each appearance of these images.
If we can find the Yin Tian Dao...
“I just heard them mention sacrificial offerings,” Yu Tang said. “When you destroyed the Qingcang Sword Sect 100,000 years ago, did you have a clear understanding of the details?”
His words startled Wei Yuan, who replied, "When I saw this scene, I was already extremely angry. At that time, my mind was also clouded by demonic energy, and I only wanted to kill all these people. I really didn't think about the details."
"Later, after you died, Master, I learned that it was all a gamble by the Yin-Yang Heavenly Dao. It was the Yin Heavenly Dao that orchestrated all of this, determined to drive us to our doom..."
At this point, Wei Yuan suddenly paused, looked up at Yu Tang, and asked, "Master, do you think that all of this set up by Yin Tian Dao is not just to torment you and me, but has a bigger conspiracy?"
“You really understood what I meant,” Yu Tang said. “What you heard was all told to you by them, and we don’t even know how much of it is true and how much is false.”
But if the intention was simply to break us up, then going to such lengths to set up so many traps seems a bit excessive.
"Look again, when you were fifteen, your demonic energy went berserk, turning into hundreds of thousands of demons and wreaking havoc on the human world. I clearly took you away and sealed the rift, but there are still people in the human world doing what the masked cultivator did to you."
“It also happened in the realm of gods,” Wei Yuan continued. “It was done by the gods of the Tower of Babel, who conspired together.”
Yu Tang looked at Wei Yuan and pointed out to him: "You once said that the people and gods who do these things are believers of the Yin Tian Dao. So the reason they are called believers must be that they have the opportunity to communicate with the Yin Tian Dao."
Wei Yuan's eyes lit up: "Master means that we can use them to find traces of the Yin Tian Dao?"
“Yes…” Yu Tang replied, “You said that the Way of Heaven is ethereal and can be hidden between heaven and earth.”
But since they can marry, have children, and continue their lineage, it means that they were once human beings. Humans are one of all things, and all things have roots.
Once we find their roots, how can we not bring them down?
The two looked at each other and saw hope in each other's eyes.
Wei Yuan clenched his fist and said fiercely, "If we can find him, we will make sure he suffers a terrible death!"
"We'll injure two people in a bit, then disguise ourselves as them to test the waters," Yu Tang said, his gaze falling on the cultivators in the distance. "The first thing we need to find out is who this offering is for."
"clear……"
Wei Yuan nodded, told Yu Tang to wait where he was, and immediately brought over two cultivators and threw them on the ground.
Yu Tang removed their masks and discovered that both monks had a black rhombus-shaped pattern the size of a fingernail on the side of their necks.
The veins around the pattern bulged, stretching the skin and making it look particularly ferocious.
Their faces were all pale, their lips were purple, their eyes were dark, and their fingernails were also black.
Yu Tang pulled open their clothes and saw many scars, tangled on their skin, clearly indicating that they had been frequently mistreated.
With his fingers pressed on the cultivator's spiritual platform, Yu Tang infused his divine sense into the body, observing the person's internal state.
They discovered that the other person's meridians were covered with a layer of demonic energy.
Similar to Wei Yuan back then, but far less serious.
The area with the densest demonic energy was the black rhombus pattern, which acted as a source, continuously supplying demonic energy until it "contaminated" the cultivator's entire body.
After Yu Tang finished checking one person, Wei Yuan finished checking another person, and the two looked at each other.
“Master, I now realize how reckless I was before,” Wei Yuan said. “Now it seems that these cultivators may also have some hidden secrets.”
Yu Tang nodded, settled the two cultivators aside, and then followed Wei Yuan, who had transformed into their appearances, towards the group of cultivators gathered together.
He saw the monks forming a circle, while the children they had brought earlier lay on the ground, covered in blood, their eyes closed.
"Let's hold the ceremony first." The masked monk at the head of the group was dressed differently from the others in black robes, with a red vertical line about half a finger's length on his left chest.
Upon hearing him speak, the other cultivators all did as he said.
He took out one of the two gourds from his waist, opened the stopper, and used the powder inside to draw a circle along the position where the children were lying.
After standing still, they cut their palms, letting the blood drip onto the powder, and began to form hand seals.
The finger movements were not complicated, and Yu Tang and Wei Yuan watched from the side and memorized them all.
Once printed, the powder automatically blends with the blood, revealing a red glow.
Yu Tang squinted and saw a faint, ethereal figure hovering in mid-air.
The black robe she wore was illuminated by the red light, turning it red. Her long, jet-black hair reached the ground, and there was a diamond pattern between her eyebrows. Her eyes were long and slanted upwards with red makeup. From her neck to her cheeks, there were symmetrical black patterns like flames.
His appearance bears some resemblance to Wei Yuan.
With his appearance, Wei Yuan's breathing changed instantly.
The demonic energy sealed by Yu Tang crawled out from the pattern on his back, affecting Wei Yuan's mind.
His eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and his whole body was filled with killing intent. He tried his best to restrain himself, almost grinding his teeth to powder, and told Yu Tang, "Master, he is Yin Tiandao."
Yu Tang was startled and quickly grasped Wei Yuan's hand, only to find that the other's palms were covered in cold sweat, and he was so angry that he was even trembling.
"Calm down..." Yu Tang said, "At least this shows that our thinking is on the right track."
With his reassurance, Wei Yuan's mood improved considerably.
The phantom sat on the throne, propping its head up with its hand. It glanced lazily at the person on the ground, nodded, and then vanished without a trace.
At the same time, the monks touched the diamond pattern on their necks in unison and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, that person didn't get angry this time."
"Otherwise, we might die even more miserably than these newcomers."
The cultivators didn't dare say anything more, and then dispersed to do their work.
The monk in charge laid out the children he had just brought in one by one, picking and choosing as he went, saying, "Take these to the first floor, these to the second floor, and lock up the rest for now."
Yu Tang and Wei Yuan followed behind the children who needed to be locked up, and arrived at the foot of the mountain. There they found a huge cave with a fence covered with talismans outside, and barriers and illusions on both sides.
The monks led the children inside, and Yu Tang's eyes widened in surprise when he saw what was inside.