Li Qingshan indulged himself on this enchanting island of blooming flowers, savouring the sweet nectar and fragrance to his heart’s content. He temporarily forgot the hardships and weariness of the journey, adding some charming sights to this journey of visiting past acquaintances.
The young girl of the past had already become a lover in his arms. Her boldness even took him by surprise, which left him lamenting over the unpredictability of human nature.
He once refused to ever look back, advancing ahead blindly, refusing to be tied down by anything, yet in a daze, he realised that there were certain things that he wanted to end and get rid of, yet he was simply unable to forget about them, always leaving him with sweet memories through certain incidents.
As such, he understood that everything he had experienced from the Crouching Ox village to the Demon domain was firmly embedded in his memories whether he liked it or not, and it deeply influenced the world. In the end, it reciprocated him through some form or manner, whether it was good or bad, kindness or grievances. This was probably what buddhism meant by karma.
Today, as he became a true god, the king of demons, he influenced the lives of billions with each passing moment even when he submerged himself in the warmth.
The black sun shone on the bleak land. The black masses of armies followed the rise and fall of the land, extending off into the horizon.
With his order, the entire Demon domain began their great retreat. The land they had claimed over millions of years after the sacrifice of countless demonfolk and humans in millions of horrific battles was abandoned without batting an eye. At the same time, the fatigue of the journey and the pain and conflict within their hearts tormented every single demonfolk.
However, no one complained, as this was the will of the Demon God. They had grown accustomed to serving those superior to them a long time ago. Even Demon Generals could send them off to their deaths in battle on a whim, let alone the king of Demon Gods that even the twelve Demon Gods submitted to. He was basically an unbelievably distant existence.
However, the atmosphere was different from the past. There was no violent cursing or wild howls. The superior forgot to abuse the inferior and the inferior forgot to flatter up to the superior. They advanced silently through the dust in the air as if they had learnt the meaning of melancholy in a single night.
Just recently, all of the demonfolk that were unable to stand the pain and torment turned into demonic beasts, running off in a stampede and chasing the sun until their deaths.
Now, the entire Demon domain was submerged in this melancholic atmosphere.
The pair of black eyes would peer through the dust and stare at the black sun with a gilded edge from time to time, muttering a name in their minds—Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes, waking up from the dream. He returned to the island of sweet memories, in the embrace of a beauty, but his expr…
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