A glimmer of hope has appeared in the seemingly hopeless situation of the Cangling Continent!
He quickly waved out a phantom star, which landed in a corner of a cave and finally disappeared into the ground.
Ascending from the dry ground, white and black auras intertwined tightly, their cause and effect inextricably linked.
"This white aura is full of vitality, while the black demonic aura is full of killing intent, yet the two are inseparable." Si Yang considered himself to be knowledgeable and had seen many strange things over the long years, but this was the first time he had seen such contradictory yet closely intertwined auras.
Like two vines growing together, they do not fight for sunlight and nutrients, but instead lean on each other between heaven and earth.
The two auras disappeared quickly, presumably because the people carrying them stayed in this place for only a short time.
Si Yang recognized that the black demonic energy was the location of the fallen demon Han Tao, but he had never seen the white aura before and did not know who it belonged to.
The secret he once knew told him that Han Tao would be the culprit who destroyed the Cangling Continent.
However, the current celestial secrets reveal that the life force is born from the entanglement of the fallen dragon.
Cause and effect are cyclical, the secrets of heaven are hard to discern, and the power of heavenly secrets is ever-changing—this was something he had known for a long time.
Regardless, he was determined to seize this last glimmer of opportunity for the Cangling Continent.
As the starlight began to fall, Si Yang stepped out of the cave.
"Immortal Lord!" Fu Shanqing, who had been waiting outside for a long time, bowed his head respectfully. "True Lord Fengyou is in imminent danger. We hope that you, Immortal Lord, will lend a helping hand and save his life."
Si Yang stopped in his tracks, his eyelids slightly lifted. "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish."
He hadn't thought much of Fengyou Mountain when he first set foot there, but today, he saw the deep-seated evil within. It was as if the cloth that had once concealed the sins here had been torn open, revealing the filthy interior.
"You are tainted by the sins of the dragon race; you'd better watch yourself."
After speaking, Si Yang didn't even glance at Fu Shanqing before transforming into a streak of starlight and disappearing into the sky.
Fu Shanqing felt as if he had been stripped naked and stood in the sunlight, all his shamefulness laid bare for all to see.
He was covered in cold sweat, and a fear he had never felt before welled up inside him.
Without the intervention of Immortal Lord Siyang, True Lord Fengyou, whose vital point had been struck by Hantao, would likely have died without a doubt. But if the True Lord were to die, what would become of him?
Thinking of Fengyou's current appearance, Fu Shanqing instinctively shivered.
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The profound power of heaven and earth and the chaotic energy washed over his sea of consciousness at the same time. The things recorded by the Xuan Mirror and the inherited memories rushed in one after another. Fu Mingxu felt dizzy and his whole body felt as if he was floating in the sea.
He saw a memory in which he was not involved.
After the great battle between the righteous and the demonic forces, Han Tao, who was seriously injured, was sent back to Yunhan City by the Tianxuan Sect. At this time, his reverse scale was damaged and his cultivation was completely lost.
The dragon priest foresaw the appearance of his destined person, but could only predict that the destined person would be the Fu family in Yunhan City. He naturally assumed that it was the most outstanding genius of the Fu family, namely Fu Shanqing, who possessed the best celestial qualities. The dragon priest, citing Yunhan City's protection of the Fu family and the Fu family's past debt of gratitude to the dragon clan, demanded that Fu Shanqing marry to bring good fortune.
What he didn't know was that the Fu family had already secretly sought another backer, and that Han Tao was now struggling to even maintain his human form. However, the head of the Fu family didn't want to offend the Dragon Clan, so he tried to have Fu Mingxu replace Fu Shanqing in a marriage to bring good luck to Fu Mingxu.
Fu Mingxu naturally fled overnight.
Fu Shanqing was naturally unwilling to give up his position as an inner disciple of the Tianxuan Sect.
Han Zhengzhi led the Dragon Clan to wreak havoc at the Fu family. In a fit of rage, he crippled Fu Shanqing's arm, thus sowing the seeds of hatred.
Strangely, he was willing to offend the Fu family so much, but he didn't mention having Fu Shanqing go to the wedding to bring good luck.
After all, given Han Tao's prestige in the war between the righteous and the demonic, as well as the strength of the dragon clan, the Fu family couldn't stop him from taking Fu Shanqing back to bring good luck before the situation was fully clear.
Helpless, the priest waited until the night of the full moon and found that Han Tao still showed no signs of waking up. So, at Ao Yushu's urging, he led the dragon clan back to the Void Sea, away from this place of trouble.
Han Zhengzhi could have returned, but Han Tao was unconscious and his cultivation was completely destroyed, making it impossible for him to cross the storm of the Void Sea. So he chose to stay in Yunhan City with the city lord, trying to find a spiritual medicine to cure him.
Throughout these events, Han Tao remained conscious. However, his soul seemed to be deliberately trapped within his body, watching everything unfold before his eyes.
He knew that this was because of the demonic seed that had appeared in his dragon soul at some unknown time.
The demonic seed prevented his self-repair function; it would immediately activate whenever spiritual energy circulated even slightly.
Han Zhengzhi, who was rejected by the Medicine Sect, turned away the Caiyu Clan brothers who came to investigate. Half a year later, he heard about the Tianxuan Beast from somewhere.
Han Zhengzhi was worried about leaving him in Yunhan City, so he secretly took him to the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect in an attempt to find the Tianxuan Beast to heal him.
The moment he stepped into the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect, he was targeted by pairs of malicious eyes. By the time Han Zhengzhi realized it, he only had time to hide Han Tao in a concealment formation and fight alone.
Outnumbered and outgunned, not to mention that the enemy was not only aggressive but also well-prepared.
Han Tao witnessed Han Zhengzhi being captured by the two brothers of the Caiyu clan and taken away to an unknown location. He lay there in the hidden formation, silently feeling the passage of time.
The instant his connection with Han Zhengzhi was severed, and the moment he knew Han Zhengzhi's soul had vanished, Han Tao, abandoned by everyone, attempted to break free from the constraints of his body using the remaining spiritual energy.
The long-dormant demonic seed finally had its chance to awaken. Its already shattered dragon soul was enveloped by demonic energy, and an irresistible force ripped its divine soul down.
Look, this is the place you once protected.
Look, this is the person you once protected.
They abandon you, they don't care about your life or death, they wish you were dead.
Even the person you cherish deep in your heart might be trampled underfoot and at their mercy.
Just like the fate of your subordinates.
Don't you hate him? You never even stood in front of him.
The force that had peeked into his memories wove a very real dream for him, a dream that was painful and bloody, filled with struggle and helplessness.
Resentment reached its peak in an instant, reality and illusion intertwined, and Han Tao's soul completely fell into the demonic path.
He searched the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect but couldn't find the two brothers from the Caiyu clan, or even Han Zhengzhi's body.
When his cultivation was at its peak, he stood in front of everyone during the great battle between good and evil.
After his cultivation was completely destroyed, no one was willing to help him.
After his soul entered the demonic path, everyone stood against him.
He stood alone in the vast sky, struggling to maintain the last vestiges of clarity.
Many people wanted to kill him, and many people died at his hands.
Demonic energy eroded spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in the Cangling Continent decreased day by day, until even day and night could no longer be distinguished.
Everyone says it's because of his existence, but only Han Tao knows that, starting with the demonic seed within his dragon soul, a pair of hands pushed the Cangling Continent to its current state.
He didn't know who it was, but that answer was no longer needed.
It's simply that someone wanted to kill him, so he killed them in return.
This information was obtained by the Heavenly Mystic Mirror using its profound power to communicate with the remaining power of the Heavenly Dao, and all of this darkness was displayed in Fu Mingxu's mind.
Among countless images, he suddenly found one from long ago.
After his father left when he was a child, those who bullied him always ended up in bad luck.
As he grew up, the pills he refined were always sold out at Shen Ange's shop, and people didn't even have to haggle over the price.
Every time he went out, every time he returned home, every time he hurriedly walked through the dark alley, a pair of golden eyes would always stare at him without leaving a trace.
Even after the Cangling Continent fell into chaos, he always managed to survive unscathed thanks to his mortal body.
The scene shifts, and his memory suddenly returns to his first real meeting with Han Tao.
Inside the City Lord's Mansion in Yunhan City, as the heavy curtains were lifted, a pair of golden eyes opened, and the first ray of sunlight appeared, dispelling the gloom and revealing a flame quietly rising in the depths of those eyes.
"Wake up." In the dry, burning heat, Fu Mingxu opened his eyes. He was in great pain all over, and physiological tears welled up in his eyes. "Han Tao."
He subconsciously licked his lips, his voice irritating and slightly aggrieved, "Why did you take so long to get here?"
The man with the demonic mark on his forehead looked at the person tightly gripping his collar with a complicated expression. The mischievous little hands skillfully and quickly opened his collar and found his sore spot in the blink of an eye.
It seems like this isn't the first time they've done something like this.
When a soft palm is placed on the reverse scale, the curled-up and dull scales unfold in an instant, silently yearning for more.
"Ugh." Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He grabbed the mischievous hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."
Fu Mingxu wouldn't listen to him at all, and even grabbed that sore spot, kneading it with a mixture of light and heavy pressure.
Han Tao's body stiffened. He knew he should stop it, but when he understood that he couldn't do anything because he was filled with demonic energy, he couldn't help but let the other party go.
Warm breath was right next to his ear, and the other person's eyes were misty as he called his name again and again, as if he would do anything for him.
This realization made his blood boil, and he even forgot why their relationship had developed so rapidly after only two formal meetings.
He should be wary, he should be suspicious, he should be thrown down.
But he did nothing, and even shamelessly let the other party do as he pleased.
He soon realized that his momentary indulgence had brought him a lot of trouble.
Fu Mingxu straddled his legs, his warm breath brushing against his neck, his voice both aggrieved and alluring, "Han Tao, may I drink some of your dragon blood?"
Of course not!
How could he say such an inappropriate thing in such a serious tone!
The veins on Han Tao's forehead were bulging, and his temples were throbbing, clearly indicating that he was trying his best to suppress something.
He grabbed Fu Mingxu's waist, trying to use his last bit of self-control to pull him down, but he keenly sensed someone lingering outside the defensive formation.
The newcomer possessed profound cultivation; it is unknown who he/she is.
Han Tao wasn't afraid on his own, but now that Fu Mingxu was clinging to him, if he went out to make a move, it might attract other people, and then he and the person in his arms wouldn't be safe.
In that moment of distraction, Fu Mingxu had already bitten his earlobe and even ground it with his teeth, as if testing whether he could start biting from there.
Han Tao gritted his teeth; he couldn't rashly reinforce the formation. He had barely pushed the person on his lap an inch away when Fu Mingxu grumbled, clearly very dissatisfied.
Flames danced in his eyes, and the instant his footsteps approached the defensive formation, just as Fu Mingxu was about to speak, he silenced him without hesitation by sealing his lips.
It is moist, warm, and sweet.
It was a delicious taste he had never experienced before, a taste that seemed to have been in his imagination for a long time, and once he tasted it, he didn't want to stop.
Outside the cave, Si Yang had already noticed the slight fluctuations not far away. But after seeing the white spot in his palm spreading, he hesitated for a moment before finally turning away.
He dared not gamble with his last glimmer of hope and could only wait patiently.
Realizing that the people outside had left, Han Tao looked up and quickly reinforced several layers of defensive and concealment formations.
Unbeknownst to him, Fu Mingxu had already fallen into his arms. The clear, ethereal beauty in his eyes had faded, and his natural charm was mixed with his handsome features, creating a different kind of captivating beauty.
Fu Mingxu was still immersed in the simultaneous appearance of memories from two different time periods. The cave was already dark, and through his teary eyes, he could only see a golden light in the other person's eyes that was more dazzling than the stars.