Chapter 1591 - 159: Admission of Wrongdoing (Part 2)

Chapter 1591: Chapter 159: Admission of Wrongdoing (Part 2)

Cui Zhen stood in front of the Great Flood Dragon like a mountain.

Dark ink overshadowed everything below.

He silently looked at the Great Flood Dragon, whose once fierce, golden vertical pupils were now dim, weak, and even a bit ingratiating.

The world was silent.

A cacophony sounded from above as flocks of Shadow Crows swept past.

"Someone once told me that the affairs of the world are like flowing clouds, elusive, indecisive, and fleeting..."

Several moments later, Cui Zhen spoke, his voice hoarse.

He paused.

Looking at the Nether Sea Venerable, who had changed appearance.

Cui Zhen laughed at himself.

"Heh..."

He still remembered a year ago when he left Falcon Wind Gorge and journeyed to the Northern Land, with his heart set on avenging the "monkey" of Great Ape Mountain.

Who would have thought.

The revenge was indeed fulfilled.

But that monkey... wasn’t even a monkey anymore...

"...?"

The Nether Sea Venerable looked bewildered.

He didn’t understand what Cui Zhen meant by these words, nor why Cui Zhen was laughing.

"Ha..."

The Great Flood Dragon forced a smile and exhaled a cloud of filthy air.

Cui Zhen took two steps forward, extended his hand, and gently placed it on the Great Flood Dragon’s forehead, affectionately stroking the layers of black scales.

"Big Brother."

The Nether Sea immediately seized the opportunity, bowed his head, and said humbly, "I truly know my mistakes... These years, I’ve been deceived and led astray. If given another chance, I would surely cherish it..."

Golden inscriptions surged up, erecting an invisible barrier that isolated all external sensing!

Thus, the many Great Venerables observing the battle from the outside, such as the Peacock, Silver Moon, and Wu Jiu...

Could only see an approximate scene at this moment.

In their eyes, the battle’s outcome was already decided. The Nether Sea’s Great Flood Dragon was pinned to the ground by the golden inscriptions, unable to move, while Cui Zhen stood before the Nether Sea, seemingly in conversation.

However.

This conversation’s sound landed clearly in the ears of Xie Xuanyi, Qilin Miaofa True Monarch, and the Holy Emperor.

Xie Xuanyi sneered.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch was full of disdain.

The Holy Emperor could hardly hide the disappointment in his eyes.

Though the Demon Country was a primordial wasteland, it placed great importance on character and spirit.

Great Demons can die, but their backbone cannot be broken.

A sycophant like the "Nether Sea," who grovels and flatters, if truly allowed to ascend to the Mountain Peak of the Fighting Holy Peak... what would the Demon Country become?

"Let me ask you this."

Regarding the Nether Sea’s flattery, Cui Zhen was not moved.

He ceased stroking the black scales on the Great Flood Dragon’s forehead and instead posed a question.

"When I headed north from Jiayong Pass back then, why did you cut off my retreat?"

As soon as these words left his mouth.

The world returned to silence.

The Great Flood Dragon’s form abruptly stiffened, and its vertical pupils paused as well.

"I once sent you a message; why did you turn a blind eye?"

Cui Zhen gazed at the golden vertical pupil larger than his entire body and asked with a lighthearted tone, smiling at the question that had weighed on his heart for years.

He had died once.

Back then, on the border of the Demon Country, besieged and hunted down by the Human Race’s Great Divine Ability Users, he died a tragic death.

Death itself wasn’t terrifying.

What truly harmed him...

Was betrayal.

The Sun Eater Venerable had already paid the price.

Yet the Nether Sea now had not.

"..."

The Great Flood Dragon fell into a lengthy silence.

Rumble.

The ground began to tremble.

Though its demon body was firmly pinned, it still shrank back its head, avoiding further contact with Cui Zhen. A fleeting, complex emotion passed through its dull golden pupils.

Among these emotions, there might have been guilt.

But more... was disappointment.

The Nether Sea Venerable knew deep down that since Cui Zhen had asked this question to his face, it likely meant that he wouldn’t be saving him.

"These years, the things you’ve done, were they all due to being deceived?"

Cui Zhen continued, "Then the choice to betray me and harm me at Jiayong Pass... was it also greed clouding your mind?"

"Naturally..."

"No."

The Great Flood Dragon paused, speaking in a low voice, and ultimately admitted to his past sins.

He rasped, "I had no choice."

"No choice?"

Cui Zhen was speechless, a flush of anger rising in his eyes.

"Blame only your being the foremost figure in the Demon Country. You have the Undying Spring in you, and you stand at the highest peak envied by all living beings."

The Nether Sea Venerable sneered, "You living meant we all went hungry. You dying meant we... finally had meat to eat."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring down.

Cui Zhen’s figure abruptly froze.

"Now, among those standing on the Fighting Holy Peak, which Great Venerable hasn’t fed on your bones, blood, and flesh?"

The Nether Sea raised its eyes to look into the distance.

With the golden inscriptions as a barrier.

Those Great Demons had no idea what was happening but felt a chill forming deep within.

Cui Zhen did not turn around.

He just silently stood in place.

"If you want to blame me for pushing you into the pit back then... I can only say that I was no different from them."

The Nether Sea Venerable chuckled, "My dear Big Brother, you probably won’t plead for my life. Today I face inescapable death, which I accept, but if you came to Great Ape Mountain for revenge on me, then those outside... surely you wouldn’t mercifully choose to spare them?"

As soon as the words fell.

With a boom.

A brilliant green Thunder Technique descended from the sky, crashing heavily on the Great Flood Dragon’s forehead, embedding it into the ground.

"!!"

The Nether Sea raised his head with effort, eyes full of rage, glaring at the Qilin Miaofa True Monarch who had struck.

The True Monarch’s eyes also burned with fury.

He formed a seal with one hand, enunciating each word, "Mo Zhen! Do not be deceived by his lies!"

Previously, he thought the Nether Sea’s spirit had merely been broken.

Now he realized.

It wasn’t so simple.

The Nether Sea and the Shadow had fully fused, indistinguishable from each other...

The previous plea for mercy, the admittance of wrong, was deliberately acted for survival.

Now the deception, the provocation, revealed his true nature.

"..."

As for the True Monarch’s words, Cui Zhen remained silent.

He stood alone in front of the dark, shadowy Great Flood Dragon.

The world was vast.

All living beings were insignificant.

"Big Brother."

The Nether Sea, covered in blood, grinned, "If you hate me so much, you should hate them too, right... Why not unbind me and give me a chance to atone? I’ll kill all those people for you, settling the karma of ’Yin Zhen’ back then..."

Regarding this proposal.

Cui Zhen merely shook his head.

"Let it be."

The Great Flood Dragon was startled.

Let it be?

What... does that mean?

"Since the affairs of this world are like flowing clouds, why chase them, decide them, or judge them..."

Cui Zhen looked at the Great Flood Dragon, eyes filled with a trace of pity.

The handsome Great Demon softly said, "Actually, as years went by, my hatred towards you has waned a lot. If you hadn’t walked this wrong path, I probably wouldn’t have killed you."

"Wait... wait..."

The Nether Sea’s pupils contracted.

At this instant.

The unease within his Heart Lake surged to its peak.

"Sorry for wasting everyone’s time..."

Cui Zhen collected his thoughts.

He looked up towards the Heavenly Peak, simultaneously retreating.

"Please, draw your sword."

Rumble.

With these words.

At the Heavenly Peak, where Xie Xuanyi had long waited with his sword, hesitated no more.

He cast out the Bronze Sword.

The Sword Qi reversed course, falling straight down.

Thousands of inscriptions steamed like the sea, a golden light, like a Stabilizing Needle, descended.

With just one sword.

The area within ten miles erupted into a torrent of waves.

Unceasingly enduring.