The blue-red fire was like a sword hanging over the heads of the great cultivators of the seven major sects. They had no way to remove it, nor could they ask for help.
Because they represent the group of people with the highest cultivation level among the seven major sects. If even they themselves cannot figure it out, then there will be no one in the clan or sect who can help them.
However, their open and secret struggles meant that they would not share this fatal news with each other.
A dangerous flame was quietly burning in the soul of each of them, but they pretended nothing had happened and continued to intrigue against each other.
When the conspirators become "victims" together, they do not become friends but enemies.
This was a perfect death trap carefully planned by Master Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan Zhenren's body was rapidly dissipating, like ashes blown by the wind, and the blue-red flames devoured his last bit of life like maggots.
Having lost the support of the saint, he staggered to the ground, looking at the sky with lifeless eyes. The snow falling from the gray sky gently fell on him, as if it was heaven's mercy to him.
Tears rolled down his eyes.
But before the snowflakes could get close to him, they were melted by the soul fire in his body.
Just like Xuan Yuan Zhenren, he never really received the mercy of heaven in his life. He just struggled alone... in pain...
The white beard symbolizing Xuanyuan Zhenren turned into ashes in the flames.
"…Thank you. I finally…did something."
The throat burned by the flames made a hoarse sound.
"…I can finally…go see her…"
The last words dissipated in the wind. The saint looked silently at the bloodstain on her palm, in which was floating the jade pendant with cloud pattern that Xuanyuan Zhenren had given her.
Countless broken memory fragments float under the guidance of spiritual energy.
Finally, the saint's gaze rested on one of the memories.
The young man, with bright eyebrows and bright eyes, took the jade pendant from the female cultivator whose face was blurred with great energy.
"I will try my best to remember it and do it!"
In the end, Xuanyuan Zhenren's body became like those of the high-level cultivators, without even a speck of dust left.
The Saint's expression was complicated, she was thinking about a problem.
Thousands of years passed, and Xuanyuan even forgot Qingxiao's appearance, even though Qingxiao was such an important person to him.
But he still remembered the agreement he made with Qingxiao.
Human beings are such magical and complex beings.
"He should have been a reformer..." Ran Ran couldn't help but speak. The red mark between her eyebrows seemed to surge with an inexplicable burning heat, making her heart churn. "But he became a tombstone of the system."
Is this what Wu Ning wants her to see...
There was no expected great battle. Master Xuanyuan took away all the high-ranking cultivators marked by him from the seven major sects as a martyr.
Correspondingly, as a sign of sincerity in the negotiations, he hoped that the saint would not kill all of them, but at least spare some of them.
Ranran's gaze shifted to the Saint... What was the Saint's reaction at this time, was she happy, or did she just find it funny?
Not any of the ones Ranran guessed.
The saint lowered her head slightly, her long hair falling like a waterfall covering her pale face, and her jade-textured skin seemed to emit the cold moonlight.
The cracked jade pendant with cloud pattern shone with green light in her hand, and her fingers turned white due to the slight force.
The saint now looks much more disheveled and insane than when she first met her.
Ran Ran lowered her eyes. Even though the Saint always said that they were the same kind, Ran Ran felt that she could no longer understand what the Saint was doing. Not only the Saint, but everyone in the martial arts arena at this moment, everyone's actions were beyond her expectations.
As an outsider in this world, Ranran has always required herself to watch from the perspective of a spectator. Therefore, she has never truly immersed herself in this world.
Death, pain, anger, hatred, she could understand but she couldn't feel them.
This was probably why she couldn't understand anyone present.
As a result, she became the most "independent" person among all the people present, and would not be hurt at all by the death of Master Xuanyuan.
Someone fell in the snow, making a sound. Ranran looked up and found that it was Taoist Ruwei who was slumped on the ground dejectedly and listlessly. The gradually accumulated snow was compacted by her legs, making a creaking sound.
In the exceptionally quiet training ground at this time, even the tiny sound of piling up snow was enough to attract the attention of those who were not so immersed in confusion.
The saint is naturally among them.
She moved her fingers slightly, and Taoist Ruwei was immediately dragged to her feet by an invisible and intangible force.
A short and deep snow mark was left in the flawless snow.
"Master Ruwei..." The Saint opened her lips slightly, and a cold voice like the sound of jade colliding rang out in the air, "Do you think... the settlement is complete?"
"What are you talking about?" Ruwei was shocked and angry. "You devil! You deserve to be cut into pieces by me!"
Obviously, in the eyes of Taoist Ruwei, even if Master Xuanyuan chose to end his own life, the murderer who killed Master Xuanyuan was still the saint.
If the Saint had not forced Xuanyuan Zhenren to such a point, Xuanyuan Zhenren would never have resorted to the method of mutual destruction in order to prevent the Saint from committing less sins of killing.
"Do you like being cut into pieces? I would be happy to use it on you." A dark red light flashed in the saint's clear eyes. It was the desire for bloodlust at work.
Ran Ran's heart sank when he heard this, fearing that Xuan Yuan Zhenren's plan would fail. The Saint Girl would not let him off the hook just because of his "sincerity". On the contrary...
The Saint was stimulated by the death of so many people...
Ran Ran tried to put herself in the Saint's shoes:
She was born with a strange disease and lives in pain all the time. She also has a very unfeeling and unsexual personality... There is no way for her to vent the pain she has been enduring for so long.
Even if it were a mentally mature adult, I'm afraid he would become a bloodthirsty and brutal murderer.
Obviously, there is still some distance between the saint and the murderer.
The more Ranran thought about it, the heavier her heart became. In her world, if a murderer only had a knife, the casualties he caused would not be too great.
But if this knife is a good one that can cut through iron like mud, then the casualties will be far more serious than if it was an ordinary knife before the situation was contained.
Considering the power that the saint possesses, the difference between her and an ordinary murderer is not the difference between a knife and a good knife... but the difference between a knife and a nuclear weapon.
The combination of personal will and force, if this form of power is not reasonably restricted and allowed to gradually evolve into the current situation of the Saint, then the whole world...
Indeed, we are always shrouded in the shadow of world destruction.
Ranran understood the saint's murderous intention.
As the saint said, it was her arrival that brought her changes.
To the saint, she is like a key that unlocks her desires.
And this time, her massacre of the seven major sects... was the first time she had "eaten meat" since her birth.
It was not until this moment that Ranran understood why the Saint's expression was so complicated when facing the death of Master Xuanyuan.
The Saint wants the people from the seven major sects to die. This is her goal.
But the Saint also hopes to enjoy the death of these people...
