Chapter Eighty-Four: The Land of Nairo

Pain. Pain. Pain.

Agony. Agony. Agony.

Unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to move.

My eyes shut tightly against my will. I struggled, unable to break free, grasping at something as I fell, hearing words that made my body twist outside the dream, suddenly crushing something in my grip.

Ah.

An ancient god, lamenting in distant tones, placed me into a "jar" filled with black mud with a large, firm hand.

The worm-eaten soil stirred, intertwined with winding paths, fermenting decayed leaves, releasing a nauseating stench. And it was in such a rotting place that I was originally born.

Like a worm breaking through its shell, black and gray fragments fell away layer by layer. From the stinking swamp, I extended my hand, pressing it to the ground, peeling myself out as if shedding an old skin_______!

Ah, yes, this is my true homeland.

The original goddess Lingyan, who was me, was born in an abandoned, decaying land.

My original name should have been "Daiying." It was only after meeting Qingwu that my memories were sealed, and I learned the false name of Goddess Lingyan from him.

But why did he seal my memories?

So strange.

After regaining my memories, many scenes of Quanyou emerged in my mind. It turned out he had known me for a very long time. His life was sustained by the dark water I fed him.

Dark water is a part of my essence. After using it, I could only become a heinous villain. No wonder he did those things.

But Qingwu, I think it's time to have a chat with you.

Fingers brushing through the sandy soil, I gently blew, the sand mist quickly engulfing the gray-yellow walls of that world. I leaped up, using my toes for leverage, and lightly pried off the bead at the apex of the "sky" with my nails.

The surroundings were instantly filled with greenery and ancient trees. With a mere glance at the displeasing green, sand and dust swarmed the emerging vegetation, blocking its path.

"Qingwu really went to great lengths to keep these remnants alive, but did he think this would stop me?" I sneered, tightening my grip, feeling a struggling creature in my palm.

"Don't move!" With icy determination in my eyes, I transferred my killing intent through touch. The creature in my hand lost its life.

"Qingyue, what… are you doing?"

Behind me stood Qingwu, dressed in a light green robe, adorned with bamboo shadows, exuding elegance. But his eyes, vivid orange-red like the sun, were overly intense.

He must be very angry now, right?

I smiled and replied, "Isn't it obvious? Also, my name is Daiying."

"But you shouldn't harm the Luanfeng clan. They have been isolated here for so many years, and now..." I could see the veins bulging on his forehead, his voice trembling.

Feigning surprise, I gasped and then sneered, "So, you have human emotions too. I thought you had already transcended all emotions and desires after a thousand years and become a true god. But now, it seems you are no different from those lowly, incompetent Luanfeng."

I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, slowly walking towards him, staring into his eyes, "But you seem to have forgotten that among these innocent Luanfeng, there was one who should never have existed, the most innocent one, and that being was deceived by your words and fell for you."

"I..." Qingwu lowered his eyelids, the brilliance of his sun-like eyes dimming.

I knew he was feeling guilty.

So I gently placed my fingers on my chest and sighed softly, "This body should have had a part of her as well. What a pity."

"Indeed, why don't you guess what will happen if I seal you again now? Will you end up as Daiying or Qingyue?"

I mocked, "Do you think you can do that?"

Once, I believed he, as the ruler of the Six Realms, was omnipotent. But now it seems he is no different from ordinary insects.

"You and I were both born from this world. We were gods from the moment we were born. But don't forget, before you became a god, I was already the Crimson Underworld Demon God. My extra cultivation is enough to deal with you."

"Is that so? Then why not give it a try?" Qingwu smirked, releasing a surge of divine power.

I responded eagerly, "Sure. Ever since I was sealed by the heavenly gods after ruling the demon, ghost, and monster realms, my consciousness has not functioned well."

It's been so long since I've stained my hands with blood; I can't help but feel excited and anticipatory.

A thousand years ago, as an evil god, I always believed spreading disaster and pain was only natural. Finally, I realized these acts were seen as wrong in others' eyes. But how could they know that kindness and redemption were what seemed bizarre to me?

Saving others yields nothing and can even lead to betrayal and despair. But as a strong being, finding pleasure in others' misfortune and pain, enslaving others, and possessing everything to amuse oneself—what's wrong with that?

Whether human or god, there is always schadenfreude. Those who appear calm and untroubled only show it less. Fundamentally, they are all the same.

Let these eyes be stained with blood once again.

Unconsciously, a smile crept to my lips. I conjured a blade from demonic energy and gripped it tightly. This brought a fulfilling sensation. I swung the blade heavily, slashing at the person before me, making my blood boil with excitement.

Without using divine power or magical tools, inflicting pain in the most primitive and genuine way is the most enjoyable!

Qingwu resisted with divine power, effortlessly wielding the arts of the five elements. My blade struck through water, fire, trees, earth, and clashed against metal, producing a harsh, grating noise.

Recklessly unleashing my power, my movements quickened, my excitement grew, and my mind felt as if it was going insane. My breath came out hot and fast as I crushed the vegetation beneath my feet.

The wails of the suffering pierced my eardrums, stimulating my nerves, making me feel invigorated. It was truly wonderful.

"Qingwu, if you keep suppressing your divine power, I'll kill every Luanfeng clan member turned into plants." I warned while chopping down nearby trees and flowers. He kept retreating while I advanced, swinging my demonic blade, turning everything into barren land with my demonic energy.

At last, he stopped because I had slain all the Luanfeng who had turned into plants in this world.

"They died because of you, Qingwu. Think carefully about why you made such a low-level mistake by hesitating." I crushed the demonic blade in my hand and looked at him with amusement.

His golden-red eyes dimmed as he lowered his head, staying silent for a moment before finally saying, "They no longer belonged to any part of the Six Realms. The remnants of their consciousness surviving in this form in the Fufei Garden for so long were enough."

I snorted coldly, "You are truly disgusting."

Casting a final indifferent glance at him, I sealed the demonic energy back into my body.

"You're not going to kill me?"

A thousand years ago, I indeed had that impulse. But during my time in the mortal realm, the target of that impulse changed to someone else.

I didn't explain, turning my gaze away from him indifferently, "I don't want to kill you. You took advantage of my sealing by the main god to transform me into a tool to protect the Luanfeng clan. I have already avenged that. Now, I need to settle another score."

I turned my head, a radiant smile spreading across my face, my voice trembling with joy, "Guess, what will the Six Realms look like now that I've returned?"