Chapter 330: He Already Apologized, What More Do You Want?
"What kind of world is this!?"
In True Person Dangmo's hand, Immortal Minghua's severed head dripped blood, his face filled with terror as his lips trembled weakly—yet he could still speak.
And it wasn't just him.
The other three Earth Immortals could also speak. Despite having their heads severed, they weren't dead—though the sensation of being decapitated below the neck was hardly pleasant.
Yet precisely because of their decapitation, the previous "influence" that had clouded their minds dissipated, allowing unprecedented fear to surge forth. Immortal Minghua couldn't even comprehend his own thoughts from moments ago: A world with over thirty Fruit Positions! How could he have dared to come here?
"Could it be... a Supreme One intervened against me?"
This was the only explanation. At this thought, Immortal Minghua twitched his lips, swallowing all his emotions, barely stopping himself from cursing aloud.
—What a bastard!
A Supreme One—a being seated upon a Fruit Position, lofty and untouchable—had actually struck against a mere Heavenly Immortal like him. Was there no justice? No law?
And where was his own Supreme One?
Why hadn't he saved him?
"You—"
In that instant, countless words surged in Immortal Minghua's heart, but before he could speak, True Person Dangmo shook him violently, causing his eyes to roll back.
"Quiet."
True Person Dangmo's voice was low, his expression troubled. His sword intent was named [No Killing], and as the name suggested, his sword did not kill.
Those struck by his blade might be dismembered or shattered to pieces, but they would never die. At most, they would lose all their Divine Abilities and magic power, reduced to the state of Immortal Minghua and his companions—unable to die, yet forever incapable of any further action.
For some, this was a fate worse than death.
But in True Person Dangmo's view, even a miserable life was better than a good death. As long as one lived, there was always hope.
A moment later, the escaping light descended.
True Person Dangmo returned to the ship, his Divine Sense sweeping outward. His brows furrowed almost immediately when he noticed Ye Xingfeng's absence, his heart sinking slightly.
"Where is Xingfeng? What happened?"
"Uncle!"
Seeing True Person Dangmo finally return, Ye Guyue, who had been suppressing her emotions, flew over at once. Her delicate face twisted with fury.
Yet before she could speak, Lü Yang stepped forward first. "I've disappointed you, Senior. Brother Ye died because of me. I am willing to repay this Karma by reincarnating within the Sword Pavilion. Please do not blame Senior Sister Ye—the fault lies entirely with me."
Ye Guyue: "..."
Who's your senior sister? You haven't even joined the Sword Pavilion yet!
A Sword Seed!
"You still want to join the Sword Pavilion?" Ye Guyue gnashed her teeth. "Uncle, this man schemed against Xingfeng! Cut him down and avenge Xingfeng!"
Hearing this, Lü Yang stood with his hands clasped, lowering his head. Though he wore a slightly aggrieved expression, he remained silent, appearing obedient and ready to accept judgment.
True Person Dangmo shook his head at the sight.
The next moment, he raised a hand as if plucking at the fabric of the world. The surrounding scenery instantly rewound, replaying past events.
This wasn't true time reversal—merely a reconstruction of past scenes. Only those at Foundation Establishment Perfection or with profound Cultivation Depth could achieve such a feat. In essence, it was asking the heavens and earth for a favor, reviewing their "records." Those lacking sufficient cultivation would simply be ignored.
Soon, numerous scenes unfolded.
After a while, True Person Dangmo's expression darkened. He wasn't a fool—he could clearly see the schemes Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng had plotted.
"...They brought this upon themselves!"
True Person Dangmo snorted coldly, then flicked his sleeve, dispersing the images. Though anger flashed across his face, deeper still was a profound helplessness.
"It was clearly you who sought to kill him—"
"So what?"
Ye Guyue couldn't comprehend it at all. "Uncle, even if that's true, we didn't actually kill him! Now that Xingfeng is dead, doesn't he bear any responsibility?"
"Besides, the fact that he dispersed his form with a Divine Ability at such a precise moment proves he intended to kill with borrowed hands!"
"A mere coincidence."
True Person Dangmo shook his head, turning to Lü Yang. "He was inside the [Heaven of Non-Existence] at the time. I've been there myself—it seals off all Divine Sense perception."
Ye Guyue was incensed.
Even resentment toward True Person Dangmo began to stir within her. No wonder the clan head often said their uncle was eccentric—who knew he could be so obstinate!
At this moment, Lü Yang spoke up. "Senior, it truly is my fault."
His expression was mournful, filled with remorse. "Though Brother Ye's death was unintentional on my part, I believe I should still take some responsibility."
Then, he turned to Ye Guyue, sincerity in his voice. "Senior Sister, rest assured. Though Brother Ye has perished, his soul may not have scattered entirely. If he can still reincarnate, I will personally guide him back to the Sword Pavilion and help him regain his former peak. This, too, shall be a form of Fateful Connection for him."
"...A Jiangbei demon dares speak to me of Fateful Connection and Karma?"
For a moment, the valiant beauty's face flushed crimson, her gaze toward Lü Yang brimming with murderous intent.
Those were her lines!
"...I'm sorry."
Lü Yang quickly shrank back, subtly stepping closer to True Person Dangmo before lowering his head again, adopting the same obedient, aggrieved posture.
"Enough."
Seeing this, True Person Dangmo finally intervened. "Xingfeng brought this upon himself. After his reincarnation, I will find a way to bring him back to the clan."
For a True Person, even a scattered soul did not mean true death. In this world, fragmented souls would still be drawn into the [Netherworld], remolded anew. Though such a soul would belong to a completely different person, tracing its roots would still count as reincarnation.
Yet how could Ye Guyue accept such an outcome?
"Uncle—"
"No more words." True Person Dangmo cut her off sharply. "He already apologized—what more do you want? Should he truly repay Xingfeng with his life and reincarnate as well?"
"Remember—you were the ones at fault first!"
As a Great True Person at Foundation Establishment Perfection, his decree carried finality. Ye Guyue had no choice but to bite back her words, concealing the killing intent in her eyes.
Only then did True Person Dangmo turn to Lü Yang.
"The Divine Ability you obtained is [Sea of Sorrow Infusion], correct? It speaks to the firmness of your Dao Heart—impressive."
His gaze was appreciative, scrutinizing Lü Yang up and down with a peculiar light, as though examining a thriving young sapling.
Lü Yang bowed respectfully. "You flatter me, Senior."
"Rise."
True Person Dangmo waved his hand dismissively. Just then, Immortal Minghua in his grip suddenly spoke again. "Fellow Daoist, what will become of my [Mystic Spirit Realm]...?"
His tone no longer carried the arrogance and dominance of before.
Evidently, he had truly "awoken."
At his words, True Person Dangmo fell silent for a long while before slowly shaking his head, his expression grave as he looked toward the horizon.
"It's already... too late!"
As if in response to his words—
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted across the firmament. Countless radiant hues stained the sky, within which the illusory form of a majestic Heavenly Court suddenly manifested.
Yet surrounding that Heavenly Court, stars representing Fruit Positions abruptly ignited—east, west, north, south—encircling it completely. Vast streams of starlight coiled like chains, layer upon layer, sealing the Heavenly Court within, preventing any escape as it was slowly dragged downward.
What had been illusory now grew increasingly tangible.
In an instant, the heavens turned crimson, flames raining from the sky. A gluttonous feast unfolded beyond the heavens, leaving Immortal Minghua wide-eyed with horror.
"The True Lords have begun felling the heavens and extinguishing worlds!"