I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 240: Elegy in Purgatory at the End of the World
As the blade fell, the air solidified instantly and then exploded suddenly.

A low and ancient roar burst out from the intersection of the ring snakes. The sound did not come from the human world, but from some distant, chaotic dimension, filled with indescribable emotions - anger, pity, despair, and even a kind of almost morbid satisfaction.

Each sound wave was like a heavy hammer hitting the sky and the earth, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

The body of the krait seemed to be torn apart by a huge force and began to tremble violently.

The huge body seemed to collapse, but it gathered together again at the moment of disintegration, like a nightmare that keeps repeating, with no end.

A deep and bottomless crack appeared at the intersection of "His" and was as dark as night. Countless wriggling tentacles and broken faces could be vaguely seen in the depths - they were whispering in a low voice, and the sound seemed to come from the dreams of the sleepers, with a harshness and weirdness that penetrated the soul.

Li Qingyun slowly took a step back, his eyes as cold as ice.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but there was no fear on his face.

Although his blade split the intersection, it failed to completely destroy the krait.

What gushed out from the crack was not a dilapidated nothingness, but a deeper and more elusive chaos, as if an endless abyss was slowly opening up, revealing even darker secrets.

"You can't kill Him."

A cold voice came from behind, the tone was like a murmur in a dream, carrying unfathomable pity and mockery.

Li Qingyun turned around suddenly and Xiao Hongyu was already standing behind him.

Her eyes sparkled with an eerie glow like rubies. Against the backdrop of light and shadow, her face was slightly distorted. The shadow of the krait was intertwined with her figure, like a entity and yet an illusion. Her smile was cold and contained a chilling mockery.

"Master Jixian, as an Outer Immortal, all your powers are granted by this dream world. You are just a carrier of my true power. Do you really think you can break this cycle?"

She chuckled softly, her voice low and smooth, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, piercing people's hearts.

"He is indestructible. The more you struggle, the more you become one with Him. Every crack you cut will only make the krait stronger and the dream more unbreakable."

Li Qingyun's eyes were like torches, and he said coldly:
“Even so, I will give it a try. No matter how unbreakable the cycle of reincarnation is, there will always be a crack. I will never become His puppet.”

Xiao Hongyu shook her head gently, the smile on her lips becoming deeper, as if she had seen through everything, or as if she was appreciating a hopeless tragedy:

"Lord Jixian, you are so powerful, but it is precisely because of your power that the dream of this serpent has become more stable. Do you know? The will of the fallen immortal has never intended to escape. The real purpose is to use your hands to let Him be reborn."

Her words were like a whisper, but they echoed in Li Qingyun's ears like a bell. Every word was like an invisible chain, wrapped around his soul.

"I believe you, but I won't give in."

Li Qingyun's tone was cold and firm. He moved forward step by step, the blade shining with a sharp light and carrying an chilling chill.

He did not hesitate or delay, even though he had realized that his struggle might have already fallen into the calculations of a higher dimension, he still chose not to back down.

The body of the krait was surging in the distance, and the crack at the intersection was gradually closing. An invisible force repaired the crack to its original state.

The giant snake's roar sounded again, as if foreshadowing the end of its fate.

However, Li Qingyun still stood on the bloody wasteland, standing tall like an unyielding sword.

He whispered, as if speaking to himself, or as if declaring to some incomprehensible existence:

"No matter how sophisticated the dream of the krait is, it is still false. No matter how the fallen immortal controls it, there will be flaws in this dream."

His eyes were as sharp as stars, revealing an unshakable determination.

Just then, an idea flashed through his mind, an idea that might be able to turn everything around.

The sky in the distance gradually became distorted, as if being pulled and reorganized by an invisible force. The huge body of the krait, as big as a mountain, closed again, and the crack in the abyss completely disappeared, leaving only a dead black shadow covering the world.

His low roar sounded once again, like a declaration from the unknown, shrouding everything between heaven and earth in endless despair.

But Li Qingyun did not waver. He held the knife tighter and the power of rules around him surged like thunder.

His eyes were as cold as frost, but deep within that coldness, there was a hidden unyielding fire.

Even if the cycle of reincarnation cannot be broken, his will will never be swallowed by the krait.

……

Li Qingyun faced the intersection of the ring snakes and saw that the central crack that connected the head and tail was like the heart of the universe, beating slowly and emitting an indescribable sense of oppression.

His long sword pointed diagonally at the void, purple-gold light lingering around the blade, condensing the rules of the myriad worlds and the will of heaven and earth. However, even so, every step he took was like stepping on invisible shackles, suffocating him.

The body of the krait twisted slightly, and complex and strange runes appeared on its endless scales. The runes moved like living things, and every twisted trajectory carried a terrifying law that did not belong to this world.

His vertical pupils stared at Li Qingyun, exuding absolute indifference and judgment.

Li Qingyun clearly saw that what was hidden deep in the pupil was not light, but a dead fate.

"Since I can't escape, I will face the end."

Li Qingyun smiled coldly in his heart. He tightly grasped the Hongmeng long sword. There was no trace of retreat in his eyes. Instead, he ignited a strong fighting spirit that became more courageous with each setback.

The blade cut through the void, making a thunderous roar.

Wherever the blade passed, darkness retreated like a tide, and the sky and the earth seemed to be split in half at this moment.

The purple-gold light rushed towards the center of the ring snake, pointing directly to the intersection crack where the head and tail connected!
"boom--"

The blade slashed into the crack, causing a huge impact that tore even the space into twisted cracks.

However, at this moment, Li Qingyun's eyes suddenly blurred, and an irresistible force surged out from the ring snake's body, suddenly pulling his entire consciousness away.

His body seemed to remain in the same place, but his soul was dragged into some unknown realm.

That was not a real space, but an endless chaos and nothingness.

There is no up or down, left or right in chaos, only eternal darkness and madness.

He felt as if his existence was being stripped away, and a dull pain came from deep in his soul, as if someone was trying to pry open his will and force some unknowable truth into his mind.

Suddenly, countless voices came from all directions. The low, whispering, whistling and roaring voices were intertwined together to form a frenzied and evil melody.

Every syllable carried a twisted truth that burrowed into his mind like the teeth of a venomous snake, trying to grind his mind into powder.

"'Jixian', look directly at your fate—"

A cold voice sounded, coming from the depths of the krait.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an irresistible majesty, like the whisper of an ancient god.

As the sound echoed, countless broken images gradually emerged from the chaos.

Each picture is blurry and distorted, like fragments peeled off from the long river of time, or like the projection of some absurd dream.

The first thing that catches your eye is a dilapidated landscape.

That was the land of China that he was so familiar with, but now it had turned into a scorched earth. Cracks crisscrossed the land, like countless huge wounds, swallowing up the vitality of the land.

There were rotting corpses everywhere, and blood flowed like a river, gathering into a scarlet ocean.

There were no sun, moon or stars in the sky, only a thick layer of gray clouds slowly rolling. Hidden in the clouds were the despair and resentment of hundreds of millions of people, which condensed into some indescribable existence, watching over this dead land.

He saw mountains collapse, rivers dry up, and once prosperous cities reduced to ruins.

Millions of figures struggled in the flames and wasteland. They shouted silently, their empty eyes filled with despair and pain.

From the cracks in the void, waves of suffocating darkness poured out, followed by countless distorted spiritual creatures, like prisoners released from the depths of a nightmare.

These monsters have no fixed form, and each one defies mortals' understanding of existence.

A creature slowly crawled out, its body covered with ring-shaped eyes. Those eyes never blinked, and each one was surging with a terrifying purple-black liquid. The liquid dripped onto the ground and corroded into unfathomable cracks.

Another monster made up of countless insects was wriggling like a tide. The swarm of insects collapsed and reorganized at the same time. Every time it reorganized, a sharp "crackling" sound was emitted, as creepy as breaking bones.

Farther away, a mass of pure black fog slowly drifted by, with countless painful and distorted faces appearing and disappearing in the fog. They were either crying or roaring, as if telling the world about their endless torture. The sound pierced deep into people's souls, making it impossible for them to escape.

After these spiritual creatures came to the human world, they were like evil spirits that had escaped from their cages. With an uncontrollable desire to destroy, they began to wantonly destroy everything in the world.

The city of Bianliang has become a desperate battlefield.

The flames illuminated the night sky red, thick smoke obscured the sky, the earth was shaking, and the cries and screams merged into one.

A giant beast made of sticky tentacles lay across the city wall. Its tentacles were like countless hungry poisonous snakes, wrapping around the entire wall and then suddenly exerting force.

"boom--"

The entire city wall collapsed, and countless people who tried to escape were buried by huge rocks. Blood seeped out from the broken bricks and tiles, gathering into a dark red stream.

Li Qingyun stood on a high place and watched the familiar faces disappear one by one into purgatory.

He saw Xu Liang's body lying on the street, the golden ring knife in his hand broken;

Bai Yunrui fell in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open;

Fang Shuan's body was engulfed by the flames, leaving only a pile of charred bones.

Those familiar names, the brothers who once fought side by side, have now turned into cold remains, without even leaving behind their last words.

His gaze pierced through the thick smoke and fell on the crowd in the distance. He saw Han Tianjin, Bai Yunsheng, Ai Hu... one after another, the people who had accompanied him were struggling in despair and eventually sinking into darkness.

Those scenes pierced his heart like swords, and blood flowed everywhere.

……

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he saw Longhu Mountain.

The immortal mountain temple where countless people practiced and yearned for, the holy land passed down for thousands of years, has now turned into a scorched earth, and even the magnificent hall of the Tianshi Mansion is only left with broken ruins.

An indescribable silence enveloped the mountains; even the aura of the spiritual veins was completely wiped out.

On the ground, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion turned into cold stone statues.

Their faces were frozen in a moment of horror, their vitality and souls were forcibly taken away by an unknown force, and they could not even escape death.

Li Qingyun saw Feng Yaqin's figure. She was still standing among the ruins like a fairy in the clouds, making sword gestures with her hands, and sword intent was surging around her.

However, just as she was about to draw her sword, a dark light flashed across like an abyss.

Without any sound or struggle, her body turned into countless grains of sand and dissipated in the wind.

"Master!"

Li Qingyun roared wildly, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his feet involuntarily moved forward, trying to grab the drifting ashes.

But he seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire, and the space around him began to twist violently. Every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength. In the end, his hands were empty, and he could only watch those disillusioned figures gradually merge into nothingness.

His clenched fists trembled from excessive force, his nails pierced his palms, and blood flowed through his fingers.

A new picture emerges...

The magnificent palace of the Song Dynasty is now swallowed by the dark fog and turned into a Shura hell.

The peerless masters on the Tiangang List took action one after another, but were still unable to resist the invasion of the spiritual creatures and chaotic forces.

Wang Xuanfu transformed into Emperor Donghua, covered in golden light, and swung the jade ruyi in his hand, chopping dozens of tentacles into pieces.

But those tentacles seemed to have immortal bodies. They regrouped in an instant and pulled him into the endless darkness inch by inch.

Lu Dongbin wielded the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, and the sword energy burned the chaos like the scorching sun, cutting the void into cracks.

But in the end, the endless tentacles still completely swallowed up his figure, and only a long howl of unwillingness remained between heaven and earth.

He Xiangu, Zhongli Quan, Han Xiangzi... one after another, the immortals on land fell, and their powerful Taoism seemed insignificant in front of the demigods in the spiritual world.

They died in a miserable way; some were torn apart by tentacles, some were swallowed by the black mist, and some were corrupted into monsters that turned to attack their companions.

Every scene was like a knife, engraving deeply into Li Qingyun's heart.

His body was shaking slightly, and his chest felt as if a mountain was pressing down on it. There was even a faint smell of blood when he breathed.

He saw destruction, reincarnation, and the entire world struggling in the giant chain of fate, but was still unable to break free from that endless cage.

Despair weighed on his heart like a dark cloud, and even his soul seemed to be bound by layers of shackles.

However, his eyes still had a cold light, persistent and unyielding.

Deep in his consciousness, a faint ray of clear light was like a lone star, struggling to burn and holding up the endless darkness.

"Fate...Haha, fate!"

A low roar came from his throat, as if expressing disdain and resistance to the rules of this world.

The roar echoed in the chaos, accompanied by the low roar of the krait. The roar was like a dirge for the dead, piercing his mind.

However, Li Qingyun did not retreat at all. He clenched his fists tighter. The long sword in his hand glowed faintly but did not go out. The tip of the sword always pointed directly at the core of the Destiny Snake Ring.

He suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, resounding throughout the void:

"I have recognized my destiny and seen through the secrets of dreams! Have I not yet completed the test of inheritance?"

This roar immediately ignited some kind of forbidden power...

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(End of this chapter)