Long Yan returned to his dantian, and his blue fish tail transformed back into legs, but the mark on his forehead remained unchanged.
Tracing back to the origin of the Zhuzhao bloodline, Fu Mingxu saw the Upper Realm, the Destiny Clan, and the reason why he possessed the Zhuzhao bloodline.
Everything was for the sake of the so-called lonely master's destiny.
But he didn't think that a fate that would require the entire world of living beings to perish was worth scheming over.
When Fu Mingxu opened his eyes, he saw Si Yang Xianjun leaning quietly against the tree trunk. His breath was weak and his chest was rising and falling very little.
Under the dim sky, his full head of white hair was truly jarring.
He looked up and saw that the thick clouds were a dark, oppressive mass, with no discernible layers.
Fu Mingxu knew that this was because the Upper Realm had shot down the Golden Crow assigned to this Realm's Heavenly Dao, in an attempt to increase the speed at which demonic energy spread.
However, it is unknown whether his mother was involved in this.
The mother in my memory was gentle and loving. No one would have guessed that she was Prince Zhaoling of the Upper Realm, a ruthless person who would risk the lives of the entire realm to pave the way for her son for the sake of her solitary master.
Moreover, there are countless minor worlds, and the immortals in the upper realm only regard minor worlds as good places to undergo tribulations, so they don't care about the lives of others.
Fu Mingxu felt a sudden, inexplicable aversion to the Upper Realm.
He was born in Cangling and did suffer injustice as a mortal, but he also met good friends like Shen Ange. Later, he not only met and fell in love with Han Tao, but also met Meng Shui and Zhang Anran, as well as his fellow disciples Zhang Hengbo, not to mention other worldly pleasures.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the seasons change ceaselessly, mortals experience the full spectrum of life's joys and sorrows over a hundred years, while cultivators dedicate their lives to pursuing the Great Dao without ever turning back. In this world, there are good people and bad people, ordinary people and those who are chosen by heaven.
But without a doubt, this is what constitutes the entire world.
Fu Mingxu could not use the destruction of these lives as a stepping stone for himself. He was not a saint, but he did not consider himself a person who would disregard everything for personal gain.
Even Han Tao, after suffering so much, all he wanted was to stay with her forever.
He couldn't let Hantao destroy himself again before his eyes.
"This is really a headache." He rubbed his temples; the previous mark on his forehead had disappeared. "I need to think of another way."
Fu Mingxu did not get up, but simply continued to sit cross-legged. All his thoughts and memories swept through his mind again. He carefully recalled every detail, like a diligent little spider connecting all the information with spider silk one by one, finally weaving a soft and fine web that linked all the memories together in a strange way.
...
When Si Yang Xianjun woke up, he met Qi Muyuan's deep gaze.
"Master, you're finally awake." Qi Muyuan disregarded the presence of Fu Mingxu and the other man, pulling him into his arms. "Are you feeling better?"
Fu Mingxu didn't look at his sharp, probing face, but turned his head to exchange a glance with Immortal Lord Siyang. "Immortal Lord, these are the pills you requested. They've been refined."
"Hmm." The two knew what was going on and didn't mention anything else. Si Yang didn't even glance at the pill before grabbing it, putting it in his mouth, and swallowing it.
Qi Muyuan channeled his spiritual energy to help him slowly digest the pill. When he noticed that the pulse under his fingers was much more stable and stronger than before, he reluctantly believed that his master had come to find Fu Mingxu to refine the pill.
“Immortal Lord needs to rest well.” Fu Mingxu left the room and nodded slightly to him. “Now that the pills have been delivered, I will not disturb you any longer.”
Si Yang nodded in response, and before Qi Muyuan could speak again, he fell into a deep sleep.
This temporarily avoids the possibility of being questioned.
By the time the two left the small courtyard that Tianxuan Sect had prepared for Qi Muyuan and his companion, a dark and gloomy sky had already descended.
Fu Mingxu's wrist was restrained by a powerful force. He turned his head in the direction of the force and met Han Tao's unfathomable gaze.
His already arrogant and cold face was taut, and his jawline had a hardness he hadn't shown in a long time.
Han Tao suppressed her growing unease and asked him directly, "Are you hiding something from me?"
However, Fu Mingxu showed no fear in the face of his questioning. He met his gaze and sneered, "For so many days, you've kept me confined in the Tianxuan Sect during the day and kept me up all night. What could I possibly be hiding from you?"
A note from the author:
Fu Mingxu: Hey, I'll strike first.
Chapter 107
Han Tao was speechless after hearing what he said. He could only hurry to catch up with Fu Mingxu as he turned away, completely forgetting that Qi Muyuan had told him to find out why he and Si Yang Xianjun had suddenly gathered together.
As Fu Mingxu walked, he felt uneasy, but he had to enter the room with a cold face.
"Don't come in!" He quickly slammed the door shut, completely shutting Han Tao out, and said through the door, "I want to be alone tonight."
But Han Tao clearly didn't want to be alone. He didn't leave as Fu Mingxu had suggested. His deep, hoarse voice sounded from outside the door: "Mingxu, I was wrong. I kept you in Tianxuan Sect because I was afraid you would encounter danger outside. If you're feeling bored, I'll accompany you for a walk around Tianxuan Sect, okay?"
When Fu Mingxu heard that his activities were still limited to the outskirts of the Tianxuan Sect, he became even more certain that this guy was definitely using the pretext of resisting the demons to secretly cause trouble.
“Then tell me, since you can control both spiritual energy and demonic energy at the same time, it means that the fusion of spiritual energy and demonic energy has no effect on you.” He paused, his hand resting on the hard door panel, “I don’t think it would be difficult for you to destroy the entire Demon Realm.”
He needed to know what Han Tao was doing, but although this guy was inseparable from him every night, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding him during the day.
If it weren't for Immortal Lord Siyang helping him trace back to his origin, he really wouldn't have known how powerful that dragon heart must be to have endured so much all by itself.
Does he think that by bearing everything alone, he can accept it with a clear conscience? Can he even recover from watching someone self-destruct and suffer excruciating pain again, just like in the previous timeline?
The one who truly needs a glimmer of hope is not him, but Han Tao.
There was a long silence outside the door, so long that it seemed as if the person outside had been gone for a long time. Unable to hear anything outside, Fu Mingxu's eyes welled up with tears, and his nose began to sting. He wanted nothing more than to drag Han Tao inside and give him a good beating.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then forget it." He sniffed and angrily opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a cool breeze swept in, and Fu Mingxu was almost knocked off his feet onto the bed. Raindrop-like kisses came rushing in, just like the nights before.
He keenly sensed Han Tao's intention to escape questioning, and grabbed the other's hand as he tried to tear off his belt. "Let go of me!"
The kiss, which had been like a sudden downpour, had just ended. Her eyes, already misty with tears, shimmered with a rippling light. Even her angry words seemed to be tinged with the misty drizzle of spring.
The flames in his golden eyes burned even more fiercely. Han Tao's hand was still on his belt, the scorching heat of his palm seeping into his soft flesh through the belt fabric.
Fu Mingxu shivered from the unusually intense heat of the night. Taking advantage of Han Tao's dazed state, he hurriedly pulled his clothes together, concealing the patch of white skin beneath his neck.
"Heh, fine, don't tell me then." Even with his back turned, he could feel the burning gaze. "Who cares if you come with me for a walk? I have my own legs."
If it weren't for the fact that he was worried about Fu Mingxu having to worry about him while Fu Mingxu was out on business, Fu Mingxu would have gone out to check on the situation long ago.
"It's my fault." Han Tao knew he had really angered him this time, so he resisted the urge to kiss him and hugged him from behind as if to give in. "I'll tell you everything you want to know, okay?"
His obsession was right beside him, even though it permeated his very being every night, he still felt it wasn't enough.
Fu Mingxu narrowed his eyes slightly and said irritably, "Then move that thing of yours out of the way first."
Han Tao paused for a moment, then realized what he was talking about, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance: "I'll try my best."
Hearing him like this, Fu Mingxu felt unbearably hot. Then he realized it wasn't convenient to talk like this, so he simply got up again, met those golden eyes, and raised his chin slightly. "Sit still. I'll ask, and you answer."
But when his gaze swept over a certain part of the black shirt, his cheeks couldn't help but flush.
Han Tao felt even more tense when Han Tao was lightly swept by his gaze, but under his pressure, he could only lower his head and hum in response.
Upon seeing this, Fu Mingxu quickly spoke up, first asking the question he was most concerned about: "Are you trying to invite divine punishment and self-destruct again?"
“No,” Han Tao answered solemnly, “I don’t want to leave you.”
He didn't want to make you cry, he thought silently.
Fu Mingxu breathed a sigh of relief, pointed his index finger into the air, and asked again, "You know that these things are related to my mother, right?"
The weaker the Heavenly Dao of Cangling is, the stronger the laws of the Upper Realm are here. He asked very carefully because he knew that mentioning certain things about the Upper Realm without concealing the secrets of Heaven might not attract the attention of those people.
After all, times have changed. The Upper Realm has already taken the Cangling Continent into its possession, so they will definitely pay more attention to it.
Han Tao clearly knew this too, and just shook his head, "Not necessarily. She didn't mention these things when she asked me to protect you."
With the matter of tracing back to the origin, Fu Mingxu suddenly realized that even if Han Tao recalled memories from the previous timeline, he probably wouldn't know things he hadn't encountered.
What are you planning to do?
"First, we need to maintain peace between humans and demons. As you said, I can indeed raze the entire Demon Realm, but now that the Six Paths of Reincarnation have stopped, demonic energy has nowhere to go and will only continue to merge with spiritual energy. But as long as the demons still exist, they also need demonic energy."
This is indeed a possible solution, but Fu Mingxu is still worried, "But in the long run, humans will be unable to cultivate, while demons will continue to grow stronger, which may become an even greater hidden danger."
"You don't need to worry." Han Tao held his hand and said, word by word, "I have become the Lord of the Demon Realm, and they all listen to me."
As for those who resisted before, he had already dealt with them.
Fu Mingxu wasn't too surprised. He squeezed Han Tao's hand back, snuggled into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Han Tao, do you want to use this balance to completely seal off the Cangling Continent? Even if it's dark and gloomy here."
The flickering candlelight provided a glimmer of light for the two in the darkness.
However, Han Tao did not answer him directly. Instead, he lowered his eyes and asked, "And you, Mingxu, are you willing to stay with me in this dark and sunless world, and are you willing to give up ascension?"
Fu Mingxu's heart trembled. He knew that the ascension Han Tao mentioned was not a normal ascension, but rather what Immortal Lord Siyang had told him to know.
He had no desire to achieve his goals by stepping on the corpses of others. His hand landed on Han Tao's cold, hard profile, slowly stroking his temples, and he said, word by word, "If I could, I would naturally be willing."
After saying that, he took the initiative to seal Han Tao's lips with his.
...
The gloomy sky did not change because of the two's vow. Under Fu Mingxu's elixir, Siyang Immortal Lord entered a deep sleep to preserve his life force, lest his soul perish if his life force was cut off.
Qi Muyuan brought him back to the Tianyan Sect and protected him at all times.
But Fu Mingxu knew that unless the Cangling Continent regained its light and spiritual energy revived, it would be difficult for Immortal Lord Siyang to wake up one day.
Natural treasures cannot replace the role of spiritual energy. No matter how hard Han Tao tries, the imperfections of the laws of heaven and earth will still lead the Cangling Continent to gradual decline.
The Cangling Continent remained outwardly calm. He and Hantao slept in each other's arms every day, seemingly truly keeping their promise to stay together even in the darkest of places.
With his father's company, Fu Mingxu began to visit the Demon Realm's underground ruins every day to chat with his father and bring him news from the outside world. This continued for half a year. Seeing that he was not in danger, Han Tao, at his suggestion, did not insist on coming along.
However, no one knows a son better than his father. Even though the two had been separated for many years, their extremely similar personalities allowed Fu Mingxu to perceive his true thoughts: "You can't do this."
On the day the upper and lower realms were completely separated, the nine fire chains on Fu Yangxu's body broke one by one.
Fu Mingxu sat opposite him, a smile appearing on his handsome face: "Father, the dragon scales on his body are already starting to turn black."
Han Tao's method allowed the two of them to spend a year together, until he accidentally saw a golden scale on the dragon's tail turn black, and he knew that the people from the upper realm had already begun to make their move.
It's laughable, really. They wanted to ascend to immortality, even if it meant trampling on the lives of everyone in the world, including Han Tao's.
Moreover, since Han Tao was the one who sealed off the Cangling Continent, the resulting decline and decay were transferred to him due to the lack of Heavenly Laws.
Even though he tried his best to act nonchalant in front of him, and even secretly plucked out the blackened dragon scales, and refused to show his dragon tail even when they were intimate, Fu Mingxu noticed but did not point it out.
If he had the chance, he really wanted to ask his mother if what she had done was really worth it.
At this moment, Fu Mingxu couldn't help but lament the cruelty of fate that had befallen the two of them. He suddenly realized that perhaps the fate of being a lonely master that his mother had given him was predetermined in the dark, and that it would come to pass no matter what he did.