Just as the Soul-Locking Chain pierced through the Saint's body without hesitation, the Saint did not hesitate to mobilize the white spell to pierce through the Demon Lord's body.
The blinding red splashed out of the Demon Lord's body and fell on the Saint's eyelashes, but she didn't even blink and continued to torture the Demon Lord with an expressionless face.
The hysteria that was suppressed to the point of death made her look crazy.
But there is still a difference between these two behaviors.
Ran Ran also just discovered that the wound on the Saint's body pierced by the Soul Locking Chain was healing at an extremely fast speed, while the Demon Lord...
The bloody hole on his body pierced by the white spell showed no signs of healing. Blood kept oozing out of his body, staining his luxurious black robe and dripping onto the snow.
If he hadn't been wearing black, his clothes would have been a bright blood red.
Qin Siyi staggered and fell from the void. There were wounds on his body pierced by the Soul-Locking Chain. Like the Demon Lord, he was bleeding continuously, but he still struggled and stumbled towards the Saint.
“…Your Highness, please think twice…” He grabbed the saint’s clothes and begged.
The Saint was unmoved, and didn't even look at Qin Siyi. "He wanted to kill me, and this is what he deserves."
Qin Siyi kept shaking his head, looking as weak as a withered flower, "…I'm just afraid that Your Highness will regret it in the future…"
Regret? The Saint did not deny it at the first moment. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips for a moment before looking down at Qin Siyi who was kneeling at her feet.
This was the first time she saw this always passionate man so pale, but even so, the look in his eyes when he looked at her did not change at all, it was still that kind of...
Treat her as the eyes of the whole world...
The saint looked up at the demon lord and suddenly frowned in disgust.
"I suddenly hate this kind of emotion." It would make her feel...she couldn't afford it, even though that was what she wanted most before.
The Demon Lord laughed and clapped his hands. His figure began to become transparent under the illumination of the white runes. "Very good, very good!"
It is really horrifying that he would do such a thing when he is on the verge of death.
Even Ran Ran thought that the Demon Lord still had some tricks up his sleeve and could win the battle with the Saint. However, the Demon Lord was just enduring the spell containing the power of an entire mountain, and walked towards the Saint step by step with bloody steps.
Ranran vaguely recalled that Gu Fan once told her with envy that the entire Wushan Mountain was carved into its current shape by the Demon Lord using the power of the Other Shore Heaven. It was a gift from the Demon Lord to the Saint Girl who was still a baby at that time.
Who would have thought that more than ten years later, Wushan, who had cost the Demon Lord a lot of effort, would become the cornerstone for the Saint to perform the formation.
And this formation was actually used to kill him.
The Demon Lord doted on the Saint Maiden to such an extent in the beginning, so why would he draw his sword against her today just because of a “kindred spirit”...
This doesn't make sense anyway.
The next second, Ranran got the answer from the Demon Lord.
The saint's eyes were cold, but the devil walked up to her with a smile on his face. There was a kind of creepy relief in his eyes when he looked at the saint.
"No matter what, you have to learn this lesson..."
The Saint was startled when she heard this, and her eyebrows knitted in disbelief, "What are you talking about?"
But the Demon Lord just looked at her lovingly, "From childhood to adulthood, I have taught you many truths. You have been smart since childhood and you always understand everything, but the only thing you don't understand is the seven emotions and six desires..."
"You can never learn it."
The Demon Lord smiled widely, a signature smile that he only showed to the Saint at that time, but this time, the Saint could only see the glaring red between the Demon Lord's lips.
This smile no longer feels familiar.
The Demon Lord gasped with difficulty, the white runes were still flowing in his body, and he looked extremely painful.
"...My goodness, if you don't have emotions, how can you be a good person..."
The Saint seemed to be still, and the spiritual energy pouring out of her palms also stopped moving, and the entire Wushan magic circle came to a standstill. The Demon Lord looked at the Saint with eyes full of love, "I have watched you grow up since you were so young. If you can't enjoy the joys and sorrows of being a human throughout your life... then am I, as an adoptive parent... too incompetent..." He coughed and laughed.
Ran Ran looked at it and felt her eyes sore.
The Demon Lord didn't even dare to call himself an adoptive father or father. When facing a unique child like the Saint, he only called himself the adoptive father when he was dying.
The saint's voice was cold, but if you listened carefully you could tell her voice was shaking.
"So everything you did today...was not meant to force me to choose between you and Shen Yanwen?"
The Demon Lord's smile became even gentler. "...Silly boy, I've already told you... I'm so happy that you can find someone or something you can be steadfast for..."
"That's the meaning of your existence as a human being..."
The Demon Lord trembled as he placed his hand on the Saint's face, "...it means you are living well..."
Ranran saw the saint lowering her head and her lips gently moving, but her voice was too soft and she couldn't hear what she was saying.
The Demon Lord should be the only one present who could hear clearly, but at such a dying moment, no matter what the Saint said, the Demon Lord should accept it with tolerance.
It was not until the Saint Lady repeated it repeatedly and raised her voice that everyone realized that she was cursing the Demon Lord.
“… Bastard… Bastard… Bastard!”
"Did I ever say I needed you to teach me? No!"
The Saint raised her head in hatred, her clear eyes were now red. She pushed the Demon Lord regardless, "Change back! Change back to your previous appearance!"
"I don't need you to teach me these things. Emotions and desires are all bullshit! Change back, you are the same as before, and I will be the same as before!"
The Demon Lord was clearly in so much pain, but his expression was extremely gentle. He shook his head slowly, gently yet firmly rejecting the Saint.
Powerless.
This was the source of the despair that permeated the saint, and tears rolled down her eyes.
"I was living a good life before... I don't need to change at all... I don't want any of this... Can you please come back..."
"Silly child... You never knew happiness or sadness before. You just existed in this world like a walking corpse, but you were not really alive. And you know..."
The Demon Lord gently stroked the Saint's eyebrows, just like he did when he coaxed the Saint to sleep when she cried when she was a child, "It's impossible to go back."
The saint stopped the magic circle too late, and the demon lord's injuries could no longer be healed.
The Saint Lady used the Wushan Formation and really intended to kill the enemy.
Ran Ran watched and completely understood the weirdness that he had felt several times before: the Demon Lord had never thought of killing the Saint, he was just using his life to teach her the most important lesson in life, which was also the last lesson.
The price is too tragic and the consequences are too heavy. The saint will probably never forget the meaning of being a human being in her life.
With the best cultivation in the world and a personality that allows her to do whatever she wants, this unrestricted saint has never truly experienced the joy and pain of being a human being.
Precisely because she has never understood the meaning of being a human being, she naturally does not feel how precious life is.
No matter how powerful the saint is, in terms of understanding lust, she is no different from a newborn baby who has not even learned to cry. What the Demon Lord did is equivalent to committing suicide in front of a baby like a saint.
This was undoubtedly terrifying for the baby, but it would also be something she would never forget.
From then on, whenever she gradually began to despise human life because of her boundless cultivation, the image of the Demon Lord dying in front of her, covered in blood, would emerge from the shadow of her newly awakened emotional ignorance, constantly reminding her what it means to be a human being.
If the saint can never understand this, then no matter how powerful she is, there will come a day when this world can no longer accommodate her.
Parents love their children, and they have far-reaching plans.
This is the real purpose of the Demon Lord. (End of this chapter)
