All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes-Chapter 802 - 131 The Taste of Home

"Interesting."

An Jing narrowed his eyes. After the Broken Blade Mountain incident, he had developed his own views on the existence of Heavenly Demons.

Although those who became demonized might be extreme, the "Heavenly Demons themselves" were not beings driven by ’indulgence’ or ’licentiousness’. In fact, they were extremely rational and highly purposeful. Whether they had emotions or not was uncertain, as they generally relied on the emotions and wisdom of the creatures they possessed.

If indeed there was a higher will behind these demons, their purpose was likely to rattle the grass to startle the snake, forcing him to make a move.

Then, ambush him? At the Bright Mirror Sect? That was a bit exaggerated. Even a Heavenly Demon wouldn’t go so far.

So... they just intend to communicate with him?

Just like that event at Broken Blade Mountain? That Great Heavenly Demon named ’Decay’ wanted to ’persuade’ him to join their side. So this time, is it Decay again? Or is another Great Heavenly Demon planning to ’chat’ with him?

"Understood."

Reclaiming his thoughts, An Jing, although unclear about the Heavenly Demon’s purpose, had long since mastered the best strategy to deal with them: Ignoring them!

Of course. This wasn’t truly ignoring them.

Demons that disrupted the pioneering should be killed when necessary. In a few days, An Jing would personally lead a team to eradicate them all.

What he really meant by ignoring was to disregard any possible hints left by the Heavenly Demons and absolutely not seek them out proactively. Instead, he would wait for the Heavenly Demons to become impatient and reveal themselves.

By then, An Jing could take advantage of the situation. Whether to force them to pay a price, or to directly kill a couple of their avatars, or even to capture a few Heavenly Demons to extract information - he could do it all.

"Ye Qi, take a rest today. By tomorrow noon, I want all the Children of Calamity to gather at the center of the estate. I have important matters to announce to them."

"Yes, Eldest Senior!"

After giving his instructions, An Jing had complete faith in Gu Yeqi’s abilities. During this night, apart from getting a little rest, he also needed to organize the peculiar tools he was going to demonstrate the next day.

Gu Yeqi left.

Although she was happy, excited, and wanted to spend more time with An Jing, the days ahead were still long. There was no need to rush. Besides, she had been busy all day and did need rest to better fulfill her duties the next day and keep up with An Jing.

And An Jing arrived at his small house.

It was an ordinary, unremarkable wooden and stone house with a stove, a bedroom, and a square table. In the humble estate of Mingguang Peak, bathing was done in the communal bathroom, and meals were taken in the communal kitchen, so individual houses could be simpler.

An Jing was also accustomed to this simplicity. He paused at the door for a while before entering.

A strange feeling was growing.

[Home]

Though it was simple - one might even say it was just a wooden and stone hut with a bed - a sense of peace, named home, had emerged within this small house.

Entering it, a warm breeze blew. Gu Yeqi had already lit the stove, and the fruity scent from the girl still lingered slightly.

"Will I grow weak because of this?"

An Jing closed his eyes.

Before he could feel this beauty, he instinctively raised his heart’s defenses because a moment of relaxation could bring fatal threats.

A Martial Artist had no luxury for relaxation and peace.

But in the next moment, An Jing opened his eyes. The young Martial Artist with black hair slightly raised his eyes, turned his head to look out the window, his gaze as bright as ever.

Outside the house, the light was as bright as the brightest moon. The light and mist from the Spirit Evil Lake on the summit of Mingguang Peak transformed into moist spirit qi, spreading around. The starlight and moonlight penetrated layers of flowing clouds, cascading down on the serene estate at the foot of the mountain. The excitement and commotion caused by An Jing’s arrival had settled. Following Gu Yeqi’s announcement, everyone had returned to rest, eagerly awaiting the next day.

Rolling hills and peaks surrounded Mingguang Peak like subjects guarding their king. Flocks of birds circled around the summit’s spirit clouds, reminiscent of the scenery in a famous ink painting.

"This is my base, the place that truly belongs to ’me’."

With this clarity in his heart, An Jing smiled.

Of course, he wouldn’t. He naturally wouldn’t become weak because of this.

He liked it here, he enjoyed this feeling, but he wouldn’t waver or stop because of it, nor would he be threatened by it.

On the contrary, he would become more resolute.

If anyone wanted to destroy this, he would fight back. If anyone tried to threaten it, he would retaliate.

Neither sword nor Martial Artist would ever compromise.

"Look, Subdue Evil."

An Jing said softly, "After a long and turbulent journey, I have finally come to this perfect land. Though there are still traitors and spies, and I am far from safe, here I am the rightful master. There are no restraints from Da Chen and the Tianyi Demon Sect. Whatever I do, no one will question."

"And next, I will commence the first step of my plan... to fully unleash the power of you and me to traverse multiple worlds."

"This can hardly be called the first step."

Subdue Evil chuckled softly, "You have done far better than anyone could have imagined, which is why you can stand here... Of course, if your goal is not just ’success’ but ’supremacy under the heaven,’ then it can only be considered the first step."

"It has always been so from the start."

An Jing responded as he walked toward the bed and comfortably laid down, "But right now, I need to sleep first."

The quality quilt still carried the scent of having been sun-dried during the day. He could faintly hear the crackling of the charcoal burning in the stove, the chirping of small insects outside, and the flapping of birds’ wings from a distant place.

Amidst the swirling mist, under the deep night and hidden moon.

An Jing fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

In his dreams, he saw.

He dreamt of a sword.

Unstoppable, the ultimate and final destruction descended. The Heavenly Pool was spreading, even the void was returning to the most absurd fault, plunging into an endless fall.

[You know we can’t win, this is an invincible opponent]

Many voices said, their words and tones filled with weariness and faint despair.

But the light gathered, converging towards a slender figure, a sharp Divine Sword, all the power of existence wholeheartedly contributed, transforming into an endless stream of brilliance.

[You are wrong]

The person wielding the sword, or rather, the sword that had become a person replied, as if it had never hesitated: [Indeed, one day, we all will perish, even eternity shall die, returning to total void.]

[But it won’t be now, not at this moment.]

With such a response, the sword gathered the full power of existence.

Even if victory seemed impossible, both the man and the sword resisted till the very end.

The sword is about to unsheathe.

To sever.

To sever the chasm of millennia.

Clang—

A sword hum rang out.

An Jing awakened with the sword hum.

The memories were fading quickly, as if they never should have existed, but An Jing still remembered, remembered that sensation.

"Sever..."

An Jing instinctively formed a sword finger, tracing it in the air, and Subdue Evil instinctively cooperated, exerting power: "Sever..."

For an instant, a pitch-black crack in the void sprang from the tip of his sword finger.

"Holy shit!"

Upon seeing this, the previously groggy An Jing and Subdue Evil both became fully awake, "How did this happen? Subdue Evil, did you become stronger? Or were you hiding your strength?"

Subdue Evil looked equally baffled, "Of course not, I haven’t fully recovered, how could I hide my strength and let you perform Taixu Divine Power in the absence of my true form?"

"Could it be an illusion?"

"Let’s try again?" An Jing suggested, "I don’t think it’s an illusion."

"Let’s try!" Subdue Evil agreed.

An Jing attempted to slash a few more times. Naturally, he failed, and Subdue Evil wasn’t surprised: "It seems the feeling isn’t there, you can’t force it in such times."

"Indeed." An Jing felt a bit regretful, but didn’t dwell too much on it, "We probably dreamed of something significant last night, most likely related to your lost memory, it’s really a pity."

"It’s no pity." Subdue Evil was rather wary, "Some things are better left forgotten... Besides, it’s remarkable to discover that we can cooperate this way."

That move earlier was truly beyond the imagination of a man and a sword. It also proved their potential in full cooperation.

"It’s a pity only in dreams." An Jing sighed, then shook his head and threw off the quilt, "Let’s go."

He got out of bed, looked out at the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating a series of dust particles: "The sun is just right."

With a smile, An Jing took out several Qingmu Puppetry from the Void Magical Instrument and neatly lined them up.

"My junior brothers and sisters are still waiting for me."

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