Born to Disappear

Chapter 52

Liu Xing Sheng was lying in a vast hall. The corners of the lips drain the blood, the whole skin flushed feels like a blister. There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt, from the broken bones then reassembled until the meridians that were forced to widen to hold the dragon energy.

He stared at the high ceiling with a blank look, no longer remembering how long he had been lying in this position. Back then, when the dragon statue came alive and tyrannical energy flooded him, he thought he must have died. However, the thing he thought was not happening at all, instead his physique was now strengthened and his innate talent increased. It was like being reborn.

The four dragons did not leave behind any information, just a few sentences that he did not understand the origin and the end of. Because no matter how he thought, he could not remember these dragons.

Liu Xing Sheng closed his eyes, the pain began to subside in place of comfort. His entire body felt refreshed, until it was as if all the pain he had experienced a few hours back was just a nightmare, if only the discomfort was not occasionally felt.

He sighed, whatever he was going through was now a stroke of luck. There is no reason to regret. Think of all the benefits he got from this trip.

Fatigue is flooding in. Lying in the room and quiet, but it feels safe to make drowsiness hit. Not to mention his body that felt tired. As the drowsiness deepened and consciousness faded, a thought flashed through his mind, 'is Xiao Qing going to get her luck?'

Yuan Qing walked among the trees as in memory, but still had not found the place where the demon sword was sealed while the time of the appointment with Hualing got closer.

Yuan Qing looked around warily, anticipating the arrival of a depraved savage beast or perhaps a cultivator with twisted intentions.

His steps carried him into the depths of the forest, the dense demonic energy began to feel. The corner of Yuan Qing's lips curved up, it seemed that the thing he was looking for would soon get him.

Yuan Qing sped up a step, following the demonic energy in the air. His steps came to a halt at the edge of the cliff, looking down was a dark abyss as if it was endless. Demonic energy poured out densely from him, like this land was the land of demons, instead of the remnants of the ninth heaven.

The arch on Yuan Qing's lips grew wider, without a doubt he jumped. A tyrannical demonic energy broke out, protecting itself from the demonic abyss energy within the swift vortex.

The tip of his narrow-waisted black robe fluttered, an ink-coloured mane that was held in place with a black jade crown with scarlet gems dancing in the air.

The Hualing-giving sword that had accompanied him for many years unsheathed then cut through the air, spreading dark energy. Stop the seemingly endless fallout.

No different from the abyss where he jumped, this room was filled with demonic energy. And if you look further, all of this demonic energy comes from that shabby-looking sword.

Yuan Qing approached unhurriedly, a jet-black sword buzzing. Like refusing the arrival of others in that place. A dense demonic energy poured out from the demon sword, whipping wildly. Yuan Qing retaliated in the same way, two demonic energies whipped.

"It's still very stubborn," Yuan Qing sneered. His steps narrowed, he only needed to extend a hand and the sword was within his grasp.

The illicit energy from the black sword venting out grew stronger, trying to repel Yuan Qing.

The slender sword slashed through the air, carrying a more concentrated demonic energy. The black fog within the room faded, the jet-black sword stopped buzzing. The room fell in silence, Yuan Qing reached out. The jet sword handle felt cold, a shrill cry echoing within his head.

This was the cry of the dead souls under the demon sword.

So full of revenge, so gripping.

A clanging sound echoed in the empty space, Hualing's slender sword falling out of his grasp. Yuan Qing closed his eyes tightly, one step back he took without realizing it.

That shrill screech still continued along with a roar of anger. It was as if those souls were getting the object of vengeance, trying to tear Yuan Qing's consciousness apart and tear his soul apart.

Yuan Qing sneered lowly, these souls had been trapped inside the demon sword for tens of thousands of years to the point of forgetting themselves and only remembering grudges. Totally forgetting where they were imprisoned was a tool that had harvested their souls. And the demon sword, happily accommodating the grievance. Using angry souls to control the new master, the new master harvests more angry souls for him.

Hualing opened his eyes, he had returned to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The God's broken sword was in his hand, slowly eroding and turning into dust.

"Your Majesty, ah Qing." One drop of tears flowed down his soft cheeks, Falling dripping on the pile of sword dust. A bright light shone a trace of droplets, sword dust swirled in the air in a dim light. A white jade pendant was created from a dancing pool of dust, falling on top of Hualing's palm.