Chapter 1839: For One’s Love
Chapter 1839: For One’s Love
Inspiration struck Lu Yun when he heard Mo Fei’s anguished howl. I have a good idea why the Huangpang Supreme died… the Imperial Seal!
But as for what exactly had happened, Lu Yun couldn’t be certain.
Resentment brewed on Mo Fei, one that was targeted at all living beings. He’d absorbed the bitterness from the vengeful ghost of his beloved and concentrated it on himself. Thus, despite being alive, he was now a ghost. He was a ghost king who walked among the living and hated everything alive.
The ghost city wouldn’t stop at swallowing the Huangpang major world—resentment of everything in this world was not the final end. It would grow to devour other major worlds and turn them into ghost cities too.
The aggrieved ghost that the Myriad Spirit Supreme spoke about wasn’t Huang Pang, but Mo Fei. After absorbing the dead supreme’s resentment, he became an existence more terrifying than the vengeful ghost.
Mo Fei sat upon a throne carved from white bone while a slender figure drifted helplessly next to him. That was most likely the Huangpang Supreme’s soul, and it was indeed extraordinarily weak. Therefore, Mo Fei kept her safe by his side.
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Mo Fei regained his previous steadiness after his outburst and the fearsome malice instantly dispersed, as if it’d never existed.
Radiant sunshine poured into the city and a refreshing spring breeze drifted through the air. Peace and prosperity reigned through the streets. The ghost city’s true form was completely concealed—even Lu Yun couldn’t glimpse it through the Spectral Eye anymore.
“You’re not a thirtieth level sequence cultivator! Thirty levels can’t suppress this level of resentment. You’re a supreme, one who destroyed your own dao palace!” Lu Yun abruptly realized. Someone who could so easily control this level of resentment and remain unaffected by it was no ordinary cultivator. He had to be a supreme, or even stronger!
Mo Fei had destroyed his own dao palace to fix his cultivation at thirty levels of sequence!
“You’re a Moran!” Shock quailed Lu Yun’s heart when he read a hint of darkness on the ghost king. Mo Fei’s sequence was the one of darkness, so he had to be from the Moran Clan!
Huang Pang was a dragon and Mo Fei was a Moran… their union must have been met with too many obstacles and setbacks. The Huangpang Supreme relinquished the dragon title and severed her ties to her race in order to pursue happiness. Mo Fei also changed his name, modifying his Moran surname into the Mo character.
These actions admitted to their karma of the past, but also cut off their ties to the past.
Mo Fei’s gaze softened; there was no hint of violence in them anymore. Lu Yun had entered the city lord’s manor at some point and Qu Cu was nowhere to be found.
“I see Dongning’s aura on you, she’s a good girl. If it wasn’t for her mother’s help, not even this bit of Huangpang’s soul would remain. Has Dongning given the Master of Darkness to you?” If it wasn’t for Mo Fei seeing Moran Dongning’s power on Lu Yun, he would’ve smote the young man out of existence or have Qu Cu do it the moment that Lu Yun set foot into the city.
“The Master of Darkness?” Lu Yun was about to answer in the negative, but suddenly thought of the akasha ghosts. They were formed out of the resentment of his future self and drawn by the future brush of the Three Brushes of Reincarnation. The akasha ghosts looked just like the mask, an indication that Moran Dongning had already melded its power into Lu Yun’s future self then.
When the future self fulfilled its purpose as a dao fruit, Lu Yun refined it, along with the power of the mask. He just hadn’t been aware of that fact before.
“Yes,” Lu Yun nodded. “Dongning gave me its power.”
“I see,” Mo Fei nodded. “Very good, you may go now. Just keep the matters of this place to yourself.”
Though he spared Lu Yun, his plans for Huangpang City had to continue. Mo Fei could endure Huang Pang’s overwhelming bitterness for her, but she needed the resentment of life to answer for her unjust death or she would never find release.
Mo Fei’s own fury and his beloved’s hatred battered his heart and mind at every second, but his mind was so highly developed that he could keep them both in check.
“I can resurrect Senior Huangpang,” Lu Yun suddenly said.
Mo Fei shook his head. “The resentment will plague her even if she comes back to life. It will haunt and torment her forever. I cannot wish for her to live again, but I can wish for her to rest in peace.”
He would turn into a demon once she could rest and kill his way through the worlds, enacting vengeance on every single one of those who hurt her.
“I can nullify the resentment too.” Lu Yun materialized a sparkling karmic fruit in his hand.
“The karmic fruit of the god of Mount Tai,” Mo Fei nodded. “I know who you are now—the Lu Yun who has the chief worlds in an uproar.”
While he never left the residence, his mind encompassed the entire world and took note of everything that happened. The spirit paper distribution network also reached Huangpang and Lu Yun’s name had caused quite a stir. In fact, Lu Yun could see a few copies piled up on the other side of Mo Fei.
“One fruit is not enough,” the ghost king nodded, then shook his head. “It’s not just Huang Pang’s resentment. Mine is equally overwhelming.”
“Are one hundred and eight thousand enough?” Lu Yun took a quick inventory and waved a rain of sparkling fruit into existence, filling the hall.
Mo Fei inhaled sharply.
“Tell me what you wish.” Some agitation stirred his thoughts. This sum of karmic fruit was enough to resolve the immense resentment! But he also knew that the karmic ties of life and death were the greatest. He was not related to Lu Yun in the slightest. If he couldn’t pay back the karma, he would be restricted in other ways in the future.
“I want this major world!” Lu Yun said firmly. “There is a budding faction called the Immortal Sect in this world. It will eventually become the dominant sect of Huangpang and immortal dao will blossom as well!
“Since the senior knows my name, you must also know my affairs. The spirit paper writes about them in great detail.
“I can use Hell Flowers to reverse Senior Huang Pang’s state and help her live again. But you two must join my immortal dao and become the great dao’s protectors in the chief worlds!”
He hadn’t initially nursed the ambition to have immortal dao take root in the chief worlds, but since Wanfeng had taken the first step, he couldn’t fall behind her.
“Immortal dao possesses its own world of sequence. It’s not necessarily weaker than the Moran dao of darkness or the dragon dao of the sea!” Lu Yun said confidently.