Chapter 1368: The Conflict Between the Righteous and Demonic Paths

Listening to those words, Chen Qi suddenly seemed to understand.

He was nothing more than a single thought born of chance.

Though he no longer seemed so insignificant, there was no denying he never should have existed in the first place. He was a mistake in this vast world.

A minuscule, entirely inconspicuous mistake.

Chen Qi turned to look at the sea of clouds outside. Everything here was fake, just like his own life—utterly false.

He let out a breath and said, "I am not like you."

The Demon Sovereign paused.

Chen Qi continued, "I can decide my own death, but you can only endure the loneliness of the years."

He stood, looking down at the Demon Sovereign before him.

The Demon Sovereign was taken aback.

Then, Chen Qi transformed into a wisp of divine sense and drifted away.

The Demon Sovereign seemed to understand. He knew what Chen Qi was about to do. The decision left him feeling somewhat lost; Chen Qi's existence had been an accident to begin with, yet now that he actively sought death, the Demon Sovereign could find no joy in it.

That final sentence had plunged him into a long, deep silence.

"Yes..."

"I cannot decide my own life or death..."

An unknown amount of time passed before Chen Changsheng returned to Reincarnation.

At that exact moment, a wisp of divine sense suddenly darted back, transforming into specks of light that fell into his own divine sense and merged with it.

The memories held within that wisp of divine sense dissipated entirely, failing to affect Chen Changsheng in the slightest.

When Chen Changsheng raised his head, Chen Qi was gone. Only the Demon Sovereign remained, sitting by the chessboard and playing against himself.

The matter had concluded in a way neither of them had anticipated.

The name Chen Qi would slowly fade from the mortal world. Perhaps in a short time, it would be forgotten completely.

The moment Chen Changsheng returned, the other side of the chessboard was occupied once more.

This seemed to be what the Demon Sovereign was waiting for. He pushed the board toward Chen Changsheng. Another long silence followed; only the sound of placed chess pieces echoed within this Dream Method.

...

Somewhere in an Immortal Mountain of the Cultivation World.

At this moment, a layer of gloom shrouded the Immortal Mountain, a peak that had stood for countless years.

As the sky and earth changed color, an endless surge of demonic qi swept in.

A massive hand reached out from the dark clouds above.

With a single grasp, it engulfed all the qi destiny of this Immortal Mountain, seemingly intent on uprooting it entirely.

"Dong!!"

The Ancient Bell of the Immortal Sect rang out.

Countless disciples of the Immortal Sects summoned their Dharma Instruments. But when they looked down the mountain, it was as if dark clouds pressed down upon the city. The demonic qi boiled like the Desolate Sea, enveloping the entire peak.

In just a few hours.

This Immortal Mountain was dyed blood-red.

The qi destiny had already been completely swept away by the demonic cultivators. A branch of the Immortal Sects vanished from the mortal realm just like that.

Only after those demonic cultivators dispersed did the cultivators of the Righteous Path rush over, arriving too late.

Everywhere they looked, there were only shattered walls and ruins. Residual demonic qi lingered around the Immortal Mountain, as if intending to destroy this blessed land entirely.

Everyone who saw it fell silent.

"This is the fourth incident..."

someone muttered. They investigated the ruins, only to find that not a single thread of qi destiny remained.

"They really are coming for the qi destiny."

"Damn the Demon Gate!!"

"We cultivators of the Righteous Path swear to kill every demonic cultivator in the world!!"

The conflict between the righteous and demonic paths grew increasingly intense. The Demon Gate, which had once hidden in the shadows, now stepped into this Immortal Realm.

This was a battle between two Great Daos.

Under the protection of qi destiny, demonic cultivators could evade heavenly punishment. Everything was gradually coming out into the open.

Wang He, as the Demon Sovereign, held the qi destiny in his hands. He constantly pondered its miraculous uses, discovering that qi destiny was far more profound than he had ever imagined.

Just releasing a slight amount could allow one to evade heavenly punishment.

What was the reason for this?

Qi destiny came from the heavens, and the heavens had abandoned demonic cultivators. Yet qi destiny could evade heavenly punishment.

It made no sense.

Wang He pondered for a long time, forming a few speculations in his mind. He muttered, "Could it be..."

"That qi destiny is not dictated by the heavens?"

He suddenly realized that the qi destiny between heaven and earth was probably not controlled by heaven and earth at all. It was something that transcended the heavens!

This discovery made Wang He increasingly excited.

And because of this, a conflict over qi destiny between the righteous and demonic paths was sparked.

Looking at the current situation, Jian Shenghua felt a lingering sense of bewilderment. He had never imagined the Demon Gate could reach such heights in so short a time.

It far exceeded his expectations.

But he felt it was all happening a little too fast.

This speed gave Jian Shenghua an uneasy feeling, as if everything before his eyes would shatter in the very next moment.

He and Wang He had a difference of opinion.

Wang He said, "Moving too fast is indeed not good. But the way I see it, the Righteous Path is currently fragmented, making this the perfect opportunity. Qi destiny has myriad miraculous uses. Only with it can our Demon Gate truly walk freely in this world without suffering heavenly punishment."

Jian Shenghua frowned slightly. "What do you want to do?"

Wang He thought for a moment, then pointed at the entrance to the Demon Mountain up ahead.

"That is merely a gate. I want to turn all directions into paths."

Jian Shenghua shook his head. "This is far too dangerous. The Demon Gate has existed for too short a time and lacks the necessary foundation. It is not yet time to reveal ourselves to the world."

Wang He turned to look at him. "Are you content with being a rat?"

Jian Shenghua thought about it but gave no reply.

Perhaps in his view, it made no difference. After all, he had always lived in the shadows.

"Are demons inherently evil? Must we be spat on by the world just because we are demons?"

Wang He sneered. "What kind of logic is that? When one wields immense power, good and evil lie only in the heart. The logic of this world is wrong—completely wrong. Since that is the case, why shouldn't I try to correct it!"

Hearing this, Jian Shenghua found it utterly absurd.

He said bluntly, "Demons are demons. They are the very symbol of evil. Do you not understand why cultivators fall to the demonic path? Is it to do good deeds and accumulate merit?"

Wang He only said, "You are old."

Jian Shenghua had never expected such words from Wang He.

He said, "I'm old? Have you forgotten that you and I established the Demon Gate together? Are you trying to kick me out now?"

Wang He looked at him. "But today, I am the Demon Sovereign. Ghost Sword Immortal, this world has always used fists to argue reason. My fist is bigger, so I don't need to care about your opinion. It has always been this way."

Jian Shenghua opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

As he was now, he truly was no match for Wang He.

That single Demon Pill from back then had caused Wang He to undergo an earth-shaking transformation. Things were no longer as they used to be.