Chapter 60 Supreme Forgetfulness is Not the Same as Heartlessness
Chapter 60 Supreme Forgetfulness is Not the Same as Heartlessness
Long Yingxue didn't know what that terrifying mountain of flesh was, but she knew it must be very dangerous.
It seems that all the anomalies originated from there.
Cheng Xiao is now standing at the center of danger.
His figure appeared exceptionally small in front of that mountain of flesh.
"Chengxiao! Run! Get behind me!" she shouted anxiously.
Long Yingxue's hands transformed into dragon claws, frantically tearing at the ever-surging tentacles.
But for every one of these things cut off, two more will grow back, and the entire hall has become an inescapable prison.
She desperately moved closer to Cheng Xiao.
Closer, even closer.
It was so close, almost there.
She could take Cheng Xiao's hand again in the first few steps, but those few steps seemed to never end.
Long Yingxue no longer cares about anything. She doesn't care about the Dragon Palace, the throne, or revenge.
The moment she saw Cheng Xiao safe and sound, all she wanted was to take him away from this disgusting place.
Then they returned together to that small courtyard overgrown with weeds and with a few hens, back to those ordinary yet happy days.
Long Yingxue didn't understand.
She didn't want much, just a little bit of what was rightfully hers, but fate kept playing tricks on her, taking away everything she had finally managed to have.
"They can't escape," Cheng Xiao said calmly.
He turned around and saw Long Yingxue, who was covered in blood but walked towards him calmly.
She had already suffered serious injuries in the recent battle with the Dragon King, and was now on the verge of exhaustion.
After Long Yingxue appeared, the mountain of flesh behind him seemed to have found a new target and rushed towards her madly.
Cheng Xiao understood that this was probably what the system meant by "letting the Dragon Girl return to the throne".
Whether voluntary or involuntary, as long as no one stops her, she will ascend the "throne" again and become the new Dragon King, and the cycle will continue.
What appears to be a dead end for Cheng Xiao is actually quite simple to solve.
Long Yingxue's favorability towards him has reached 100, which meets the system's requirement for the reward "Great Dao Enlightenment Fragment".
Now all he needs to do is do nothing.
Then, watching the mountain of flesh behind him devour Long Yingxue, fulfilling the system's requirement to "let the Dragon Girl return to the throne," he could complete the mission and return to his own world.
The task was completed, and he received the reward; everyone was happy.
What happens to Long Yingxue after that is none of his business.
But for some reason, Cheng Xiao suddenly thought of Chu Ning and the traces Chu Ning had left on the Cangling Continent.
A complex emotion was revealed in his eyes, which were usually calm and still.
Cheng Xiao had cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness for many years, and his heart was already devoid of emotions.
The Supreme Being is Ruthless, the Supreme Being Forgets Emotions; as someone who cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, he should be the closest to these two phrases.
But the moment he turned around and saw Long Yingxue, that familiar yet strange feeling seemed to return.
mood.
Two words that are ordinary to others, but completely foreign to him.
This feeling was just like when he first absorbed the fragments of the Great Dao; in a short instant, he experienced all the emotions in the entire instance.
"Is this what inner demons are like?" he murmured to himself.
Cheng Xiao understood that he should stabilize his Dao heart and abandon those emotions at this time.
But after sensing these emotions, his cultivation level did not fluctuate in the slightest. Instead, he felt as if a drowning person had finally lifted his head to breathe.
Cheng Xiao didn't have any particular thoughts in mind.
He just didn't like this ending.
If Long Yingxue were to ascend an ordinary throne, he would have already fled by feigning death, but instead...
Cheng Xiao turned around and looked at the terrifying mountain of flesh.
But this is the throne.
"Elimination?"
If he were truly afraid of some bullshit obliteration, then he would have wasted a hundred years cultivating to the Mahayana stage.
He wanted to see if this system could do anything to a Mahayana stage expert like him!
Cheng Xiao raised the scarred dragon tendon in his hand.
This dragon tendon originally belonged to Long Yingxue, but now it seems more like a cage that belongs solely to him.
Without the source of turbidity, she would not have the bloodline of a true dragon, and she would not have suffered the pain of having her scales peeled off and her tendons pulled out.
"These were your shackles, which caused you to suffer all the humiliation in this world," Cheng Xiao said calmly.
"Cheng Xiao, what are you doing? Throw it away and come here!" Long Yingxue shouted.
She found her heart pounding wildly!
An unprecedented fear gripped her.
She sensed that the decision Cheng Xiao was about to make was definitely not what she wanted.
"These old shackles no longer have any reason to exist."
The dragon tendons are on the verge of collapse.
With just a gentle exertion, the dragon tendon that had suppressed the throne for many years, along with the white bones on it, instantly turned into powder.
The humiliation of the past vanished completely at this moment.
When Cheng Xiao first removed the dragon tendon, the mountain of flesh had already gone mad, and now it was even more violent, beginning to devour everything around it.
Nothing can contain the turbid source here anymore.
A large amount of black mist instantly engulfed Cheng Xiao, and hundreds of tentacles shot out from the mountain of flesh, aiming directly at Cheng Xiao and Long Yingxue in the center of the hall!
"don't want!"
Seeing Cheng Xiao swallowed by darkness, Long Yingxue completely broke down.
She even abandoned her defenses, letting the tentacles tear deep, bone-revealing gashes across her body, and charged recklessly toward the center of the purplish-black storm.
But at the very heart of the storm, Cheng Xiao did not retreat.
He remained calm and unhesitatingly walked towards the writhing throne of flesh and blood.
Cheng Xiao suddenly remembered his master.
He remembered the old man saying: "The highest form of detachment is not the absence of emotion, but rather the presence of emotion without being bound or trapped by it. This is the true path of detachment."
Unfortunately, the old man didn't stay with him for long. He eventually died from the inner demons he encountered while breaking through to the Fusion stage, and didn't even leave him a single word.
On the day his master died, he felt no emotion whatsoever; he simply felt that he could not walk down that old path again.
Cheng Xiao raised his head and looked at the monster that resembled a mountain, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
This is unprecedented.
However, he also had the right to be arrogant. He reached the Mahayana stage in just one hundred years, making him an unparalleled genius who was unprecedented and would not be seen again.
The ruthless path had always suppressed the arrogance in his heart.
"Didn't you want a new body? Come, eat me." After saying that, Cheng Xiao walked directly onto the throne made of flesh and blood.
Dozens of tentacles mercilessly pierced through Cheng Xiao's limbs and chest, pinning him firmly to the very center of the throne!
But he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.
Blood stained his pure white clothes, and the turbid energy surged wildly into his body.
They attempted to assimilate this arrogant mortal into a monster as well.
Cheng Xiao suddenly realized that soul transmigration seemed quite convenient; he could discard this physical body at any time if he wanted to.
When Long Yingxue saw this scene, tears mixed with blood streamed down her face.
She struggled desperately, but could not break free from this murky cage. Her legs were tightly bound, and she could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.
"Cheng Xiao! You're insane! You're absolutely insane!"
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