I've Already Killed Them, I Don't Recall Such a Person
I’ve Already Killed Them, I Don’t Recall Such a Person
The bronze palace was grand and ancient, suffused with faint rosy light. No one knew in which epoch it had been forged, and it was carved with countless ancient patterns.
At this moment, streams of Life Force were converging from all directions, evolving into symbols of life that fell into the pool.
Immortal mist swirled, as if the Milky Way itself were cascading down—utterly dazzling.
Chan Hongyi soaked within it, her dark hair spread out and clinging tightly to her small face. The Zen Robe still draped over her body, suppressing the terrifying baleful aura she carried.
Those eyes, like black gemstones, kept watching the direction of the palace entrance.
Only when she saw Gu Changge stop there did she seem to relax.
Then a contented, happy smile bloomed on her face.
As if, for her, simply being able to see Gu Changge was the most satisfying thing in the world.
“Shifu, Hongyi will definitely cultivate properly from now on.
Don’t abandon me again.”
She murmured on and on, but aside from her eyes,
the rest of her was submerged in the divine spring, so when she spoke, bubbles gurgled up—glub glub—looking rather silly.
Weng—meanwhile, wisps of Life Force transformed into brilliant rosy light, spreading a hazy radiance through the air, continuously converging toward Chan Hongyi.
Those horrifying injuries were slowly healing.
Especially in her dazed eyes, a spark of spirit was gradually returning.
As if, along with the healing of her body’s wounds, the damage to her soul was also slowly recovering.
Gu Changge stood at the entrance of the bronze palace, his black robes gently swaying, eyes slightly closed as he sensed the flow of the rules of this place.
After taking Chan Hongyi away from Divine City back then, Gu Changge had deliberately avoided everyone and brought her to this Sanctuary of Resurrection he had prepared long ago.
This place held abundant scattered World Source, and even more from the fallen.
Countless great battles had once erupted at the Boundary Marker Sea; the beings who died here were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and the Life Force accumulated over endless years was beyond measure.
After killing the War Immortal Li Xiu, just to be safe, he had also inscribed numerous Prohibition Arrays here.
On one hand, he worried someone might notice and destroy this Sanctuary of Resurrection.
On the other hand, the arrays here could be controlled by him.
If Chan Hongyi’s baleful aura flared up again, he could use these arrays to seal and trap her within his Inner Universe.
Though this was merely a deeper layer of precaution—unless absolutely necessary, that step wouldn’t be needed.
Just as Gu Changge was pondering, a ripple came from outside the ancient bronze palace.
Ah Da’s figure appeared, a pitch-black treasure flask bobbing up and down in his hand, exuding a mighty devouring force.
“Master, it has been filled.”
He respectfully offered up the flask.
Gu Changge casually glanced at it and nodded.
This was a Grand Flask condensed from Grand Runes, vast as an ocean within, but now completely filled with endless Life Force.
A stretch of jade-green blood sea floated inside, transforming into crimson mist, endlessly hazy.
“Not enough.”
“However, the Life Force here has already grown thin.
Go to the battlefront where the two worlds clash—there are many cultivators and living beings there. Kill them, and fill another flask.”
Gu Changge shook his head slightly. Black runes emerged in his hand, condensing into a black Grand Flask, which he handed to Ah Da.
“Master, should the cultivators and beings of this world be killed as well?”
Ah Da’s golden eyes showed some confusion as he asked respectfully.
“Kill them all the same.”
Gu Changge nodded slightly, his expression without the slightest ripple.
“Yes.”
The void blurred, a crack appeared, and Ah Da’s figure swiftly stepped into it, vanishing from sight.
Afterward, Gu Changge took the Grand Flask and walked into the palace.
Wisps of crimson smoke rushed out from it, converging toward Chan Hongyi.
The Life Force that had grown thin around them became dense once more, like a sea of blood floating in the void.
Her face was somewhat dazed, her voice very soft. “Shi... shifu?”
“What is it now?”
Gu Changge glanced at her, his hands never stopping.
Black Grand Runes fell into the pool.
At the same time, he tossed in some Heavenly Herbs steaming with rosy light—fruits like red agate, and a translucent, sacred little tree gleaming with silver light.
“Are... are you going to boil me again like before?”
Chan Hongyi stared blankly at the divine spring gradually coming to a boil from the terrifying medicinal potency.
The water temperature kept rising, even producing gurgling bubbles.
Amid the swirling steam, her small face grew warm, a blush rising like rosy clouds.
Yet this steam was condensed from Life Force and peerless Heavenly Herbs—every wisp contained vitality astonishing to the extreme.
Even the legendary Human Body Herbal Pill was nothing more than this.
“Boil you?”
Some memory fragments flashed through Gu Changge’s mind. He shook his head slightly and said, “That’s called Foundation Building and Tempering. How many times have I told you?”
“Oh, oh, oh.
So it’s called Foundation Building and Tempering—Hongyi remembers now.
Then, Shifu, once I’m... once I’m cooked through, can you eat me?”
Chan Hongyi was still somewhat dazed; the term “Foundation Building and Tempering” felt very foreign to her.
But she had remembered another very important matter. Her eyes, like a deer’s, carried some timidity and some hopeful joy as she looked at Gu Changge.
“Eat you?”
Gu Changge raised an eyebrow and walked up to her, feeling that her muddled state really was somewhat serious.
Chan Hongyi nodded, her dazed expression rarely turning earnest, as if this matter was very, very important to her.
“Mm-hm. I’ve already grown up. If Shifu eats me,
then... then I can marry Shifu.”
She explained seriously.
Gu Changge hadn’t expected that “eating” was what she meant.
In his impression, Chan Hongyi’s personality was a bit straightforward, but never to this extent.
“Where did you hear such things?”
Gu Changge placed his hand on her head, his voice gradually softening.
“It... it was the auntie at the foot of the mountain. I asked her when I could marry Shifu.”
“She... she said at the time, only if Shifu eats me.”
Chan Hongyi’s voice was somewhat weak, her expression a bit lost, as if earnestly trying to recall.
After saying this, she couldn’t help tugging at Gu Changge’s sleeve. “Shi... shifu, can you please not go kill the auntie?”
“The... the auntie is a good person. She even taught me how to cook.”
“I want to cook for Shifu...”
In her memories, Gu Changge rarely let her come into contact with outsiders.
Many strangers who tried to approach her had been mercilessly killed by him.
Once, the young master of a hidden immortal clan was—because of exactly this—exterminated along with his entire clan by Gu Changge.
“This time, I won’t kill anyone.”
Gu Changge rubbed her head, his eyes calm and fathomlessly still. “Focus on healing.”
“Mm-hm!”
Chan Hongyi nodded very obediently.
For the next several days, the bronze palace was suffused with faint crimson mist.
Gu Changge, meanwhile, kept an eye on news from the outside world, having his subordinates relay reports to him.
What interested him most was that many sects and powers were speculating about whether he was alive or dead.
Some said he had seemingly perished; others said he had been abducted by the demoness in red. Opinions varied wildly.
The Demon Slaying Event in Divine City this time could be said to have shaken the entire Beyond.
Far too many supreme experts had died, and those who escaped were grievously wounded, needing a very long time to recover.
The many ancient monks of Buddhist Mountain, in particular, had died tragically within, leaving no survivors.
This led many people to speculate about Gu Changge’s whereabouts.
Whether the younger generation or the older generation, everyone paid him close attention, desperate to know if he lived or died.
For Gu Changge, this actually didn’t matter much.
He had no need to fake his death to deceive enemies—in the current Beyond, there was no enemy who required him to go that far.
His main concern was still Chan Hongyi’s situation.
She was a ticking time bomb, very difficult to control. The eruption of her baleful aura was unstable—she could turn into that state from Divine City at any moment.
Moreover, as her injuries healed, her strength would only grow more terrifying.
Gu Changge had examined her wounds—her recovery was less than one percent of her peak.
As things stood, the only option was to stabilize her soul first, then plan for everything else.
The Beyond was no longer like the epochs of old; it lacked immortal substances, making it very hard for Chan Hongyi to fully recover.
In her current state, she was easy to handle while muddled, but once she fell into slaughter, suppressing her would be a hundred times harder than before.
During this period, as Chan Hongyi’s injuries recovered, the strength she’d wield when consumed by slaughter would only become more terrifying.
Still, just in case, Gu Changge laid down additional contingencies, lest he have no means to suppress her when the time came.
Several days later, the Life Force within a million miles of the Sanctuary of Resurrection had been completely drained thin.
The faint blood-colored rosy light that once floated over the Boundary Marker Sea had dispersed; for it to gather again would take at least tens of millions of years.
Only then did Gu Changge take Chan Hongyi and leave this place. However, her whereabouts could not yet be known to the outside world.
So, after some thought, Gu Changge tossed her into his Inner Universe.
For now, he didn’t plan to return to the Gu Family—there were still some matters to handle on the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains side.
According to Ah Da’s report, another Fortuitous One, Chu Hao, had recently appeared near the Boundary Marker Sea, attempting to break into the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Gu Changge estimated that after dealing with Chu Hao, his cultivation should be able to break through to the Quasi-Nirvana Realm.
As time passed, the All-Repelling Force above the Boundary Marker Sea grew ever thinner, causing more and more forces to arrive here.
A massive expanse of dark clouds swept across the high skies, shaking the heavens.
Those were Ancient Battleships, vast and boundless, densely packed with mighty figures standing upon them, rosy light wreathing their bodies, divine radiance shining brilliantly.
Though supreme experts found it hard to cross over—requiring a great price—
for the younger generation, it was a perfectly suitable trial opportunity.
Nearly every immortal orthodoxy and supreme great sect, including the Longevity Gu Family, had long since sent their younger generation here, to the borderlands, to battle the young prodigies of the other side.
The last time Gu Changge manifested through his Faith Dharma Body, it had been a microcosm of one such battlefield.
Crossing the Boundary Marker Sea was difficult for other supreme experts, but for Gu Changge, who was versed in the Source of Space, it was like walking on flat ground.
Though there were many perilous places along the way, they could hardly harm him now.
Gu Changge’s robes fluttered, his face calm and waveless, as he strode across the waves of the Boundary Marker Sea. It was as if an invisible golden Great Dao unfurled beneath his feet, directly suppressing the vast, heavy force rising from below. His speed was tremendous—almost in an instant, he appeared tens of thousands of miles away.
But soon, he noticed a Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon amid the giant waves ahead, wreathed in black light, incomparably ferocious and terrifying, lying across the sea like a towering island.
It lived within the Boundary Marker Sea, unafraid of the crushing pressure here. Its body was covered in dense black-green scales, as sturdy as immortal divine metal.
When this Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon noticed Gu Changge’s gaze, it first bared its fangs in a menacing display, attempting to pounce and kill him.
But the very next moment, when a terrifying, boundless pressure swept toward it, it trembled in terror, its soul nearly scared out of its body, frantically burrowing toward the depths of the Boundary Marker Sea.
“Sacred Emperor Realm strength. Perfect—I happen to need a mount.”
Gu Changge nodded slightly and, unhurriedly, walked toward it.
Meanwhile, at the shore of the Boundary Marker Sea in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains stretched a desolate, boundless yellow desert.
Endless rolling yellow sand drowned the world between heaven and earth, with withered bones occasionally revealed.
Countless supreme experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had died here in ages past, all perishing while resisting the Beyond’s invasions.
Buried by wind and sand for years, their bones remained incorruptible, emitting a faint white glow.
Stretches of barren hills and ridges spread across this land. Some peaks were wondrous beyond compare, gleaming with rosy light and wreathed in divine radiance.
Some desolate forests lay across the terrain, shrouded in thick miasma and Mists of Chaos.
From time to time, enormous mountain-like fierce beasts could be seen crossing the sky and landing here.
Some places even held War Forts forged by the experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains in the earliest days, each as massive as a star.
But they had long since been damaged, falling from the heavens and smashing terrifying craters into the ground.
Seen from high above, this place was riddled with scars, covered everywhere in traces of past battles.
This was a perilous land—magnificent mountains, rolling yellow sand.
Yet there was an unusual sight hidden in its depths: a group of people trekking through this place.
Ancient trees that seemed long withered, looking as if their vitality had been extinguished ages ago,
still remained rooted and growing, with many black fierce birds nesting upon them, their eyes like cold blades, piercing through the void with sharp chi-la sounds.
This trekking group was very cautious, and not small in number—there were Humans and other races alike, twenty to thirty people in total.
Most had young faces, but there were also many elders, treasure-light faintly gleaming on their bodies, their strength quite terrifying.
“It’s said that long ago, our world’s Spirit Gourd Master fought an Absolute Being from that world named Tai Shang right here. They were evenly matched, and their battle tore open a Mysterious Space.”
“In the end, both perished from exhaustion, but their inheritances and many relics—including their artifacts—all remained here.”
“However, that Mysterious Space is very strange. It only reveals itself when terrifying battle fluctuations occur nearby. Otherwise, we’d never find the entrance in ordinary times.”
Among the traveling group, a young woman spoke.
She was tall and graceful, her long hair smooth as silk, dark green in color—and even her eyes were dark green. Her features were stunningly beautiful, a rare, city-toppling beauty.
Her whole body exuded a fresh, plant-like aura that gave people a sense of peace.
Many of the young men looked at her with admiration in their eyes.
The woman was named Lu Luo. She came from an ancient race of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, with the blood of an ancient life deity flowing in her veins, granting her an affinity with nature.
All manner of nature-based techniques came to her effortlessly, without the slightest hindrance.
She was also an extremely famous goddess among the younger generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, with no shortage of suitors.
“If not for this war between the two worlds, with the aftershocks reaching this place, this Mysterious Space probably wouldn’t have revealed itself.”
“It just so happens to benefit us.”
Hearing Lu Luo’s words, the other young men and women nodded one after another, divine light flickering in their eyes, an aura entirely different from the Beyond’s emerging from them.
On the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, their statuses were not low—the families and powers behind them were ancient, and they knew many secrets.
That was why, after discussing it, they had come together to explore that... Mysterious Space.
“We mustn’t be careless. Since we can know about this Mysterious Space, the people on the other side may well know of it too.”
At this moment, another young-looking man in black spoke.
His hair was very long, his features not particularly handsome, his build not very tall—he was even somewhat thin.
Yet he possessed a quality that was hard to ignore. Divine light showed in his eyes, faint dragon scales covered his palms, his knuckles were large, and some spots bore calluses—clearly, he frequently practiced all kinds of techniques and moves.
Steady and composed, calm and natural, unshaken by events.
“Since Lin-xiong says so, we will naturally be careful.”
Hearing this, the other young men and women all grew solemn. Toward this man, they clearly held a kind of reverence.
Even a goddess like Lu Luo couldn’t help but show appreciation in her eyes.
The man was named Lin Wu. He came from the ancient and mysterious Blood Dragon Clan and was a legendary genius of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
His brilliance was dazzling beyond compare—one of the invincible figures of the younger generation.
Lin Wu’s origins could only be called ordinary—he was even born to a Concubine of the Lin Clan.
If not for the Lin Clan’s family head’s moment of folly, a drunken indiscretion, Lin Wu probably wouldn’t exist in this world at all.
Before the age of thirteen, Lin Wu showed nothing remarkable—he even lagged far behind his peers and received no attention from his family whatsoever.
But at thirteen, when he awakened the Dragon Blood of the Lin Clan, his terrifying talent finally revealed itself, shocking all directions.
Like a sword honed for over a decade, finally displaying its dazzling brilliance.
Just how terrifying was Lin Wu’s talent? There was nothing in this world he could not learn.
No matter how obscure or difficult a technique or move, he could reach perfection—mastery at its peak—within an extremely short time.
To put it in one sentence: the geniuses of the great clans came in two kinds—one called Lin Wu, and one called everyone else.
Despite falling more than a decade behind his peers, Lin Wu still caught up from behind, becoming a dazzling, invincible existence of his generation—nothing short of a miracle.
However, Lin Wu’s terror lay in his talent.
The current Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was like a golden age long pent up, now erupting forth, with all kinds of terrifying prodigies emerging into the world.
Stars of troubled times vied in brilliance—even Lin Wu could only be counted as one among them.
“I just wonder how great our chances of victory are in this war. It’s said something went wrong on that side—otherwise, even more experts would have come to kill us...”
At this, seemingly reminded of something, the goddess Lu Luo sighed softly, her expression somewhat bitter and helpless, carrying deep dejection and fear.
When the other side was mentioned, hatred and fury surfaced in nearly everyone’s eyes.
This was hardly the first time the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had suffered invasion—such things had happened many times since antiquity.
The many ruined War Forts along the shores of the Boundary Marker Sea today were the result of those countless years of battle.
Soon, the group resumed their cautious advance, avoiding the many fierce beasts of this land.
The goddess Lu Luo, seeing that Lin Wu seemed somewhat preoccupied, couldn’t help asking, “Lin Wu, are you still thinking about what happened before?”
Lin Wu nodded in silence.
“You... you must grieve and move on. Qingyang-ge never yielded, even at the very last moment. He died a heroic death, worthy of your clan’s name of Blood Dragon War God.”
Lu Luo sighed.
She knew Lin Wu and his older brother Lin Qingyang shared a deep bond.
But some time ago, on the battlefield, Lin Qingyang had fought a young being from the other side. Just as he narrowly gained the upper hand and was about to kill his opponent, an incomparably terrifying existence behind that opponent smacked him to death.
Along with him, an Ancestor of the Lin Clan also died tragically on the spot, collapsing into a mist of blood without leaving any trace.
This incident had left Lin Wu furious for a long time, his hatred nearly burning his eyes red.