Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 125 Glory and desolation, just a dream!

Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in Li Qiye's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "I have an agreement with her to compete in speed."

"That's right."

Li Yueyao nodded and said, "We saw her several times on our way here. Judging from her state at the time, she seemed to be looking for something. Now it seems that she was looking for you, Brother Qiye."

"In fact, her soul had long since dissipated, leaving only a sliver of obsession controlling her body to move forward."

Hearing this, Li Qiye sighed helplessly.

Although he only had brief contact and exchanges with Jian Wuhen, Jinpeng Wan'er, Fenghuang Nishang, Zimo Qilin and others.

But I felt unusually relaxed when I was with them.

Who could have imagined that in such a short time, everything would have changed so drastically?

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing this, the rage in Shenyang Immortal Lord's eyes intensified, and he roared, "I am Shenyang Immortal Lord, how could I possibly be some kind of underworld artifact!"

"Lin Xiyue, don't even think about deceiving me in this way!"

The Immortal Lord Shenyang's face was filled with disbelief, and then he exhaled a powerful flame that seemed capable of burning the heavens.

Why do you keep deceiving yourself?

Lin Xiyue calmly stretched out her hand and gently clapped it in the air. The sun quickly shrank, and the last small sun stopped between her two pieces, its previous powerful aura completely gone.

"It's all an illusion, this can't be..."

The roar of the Divine Sun Immortal Lord resounded throughout the heavens and earth. His enormous body swayed slightly, and countless golden, decaying bodies transformed into divine swords and fell downwards.

However, upon contact with the ground, they suddenly transformed into sheets of golden paper and drifted down.

Thunder God was filled with astonishment. Unlike the Divine Sun Immortal, he was not violent. He stared at the Moon-Cherishing Immortal and asked the question that had been on his mind.

"We are all funerary objects, then what are you?"

The Immortal Xiyue wore a long dress that accentuated her perfect figure. Just standing there, she seemed to be the darkest place in the world.

She answered irrelevantly, saying calmly, "Shenyang used to be cheerful and wise, and loved to travel around and make friends with heroes from all over the world. You, on the other hand, were known for your violent temper. I never thought that now all that's left is regret, and your personality has been completely reversed."

“The obsession is no longer the true self.”

Thunder Immortal Lord seemed to have let go of his resentment, and said calmly, "To be honest, I am just a wisp of my original self's obsession back then. I have survived until now, and I only possess half of my original self's emotions."

At this point, a trace of vicissitude appeared in his gray eyes, and he said with a self-deprecating smile, "Looking back, it's really laughable. After countless years of proving my way to the Dao and becoming a Celestial Lord in the Divine Lord realm, in the end, I was just a funerary object to be buried with someone else."

"Glory and desolation are nothing but a dream!"

Hearing this, Immortal Xiyue looked at Immortal Lord Leiting and said in a gentler tone, "When a spirit is born in this world, it has its own consciousness and is no longer an inanimate object."

“When I first saw you develop consciousness and watched you cultivate step by step, I wondered whether I should tell you all of this.”

"But thinking about it, this fact is too cruel, so I'll just let you go, at least you've lived a lifetime."

"Now that your lingering resentment is about to dissipate, I might as well tell you the truth."

"The so-called Haotian Sect is not actually a sect, but a gate, a gate that seals off the world, and all the spirits of this small world are within the gate!"

Hearing this, Thunder Immortal Lord chuckled and said, "Telling me now would have been better than not telling me at all. It makes me feel my life has been incredibly exciting. Now I have a new obsession: to explore the realm beyond the gate." "However, it's a pity..."

After saying this, the body that stood between heaven and earth rapidly shrank under the gaze of Li Qiye and the others, eventually transforming into a statue several meters tall, standing in the desert.

"That lingering resentment is a trace of resentment deep within the heart at the time of death. This resentment is often part of the original person's personality. Although they are no different from ordinary people in normal times, it will be magnified infinitely when they are emotionally agitated."

The Snow Moon Saintess looked at the insanely frenzied Divine Sun Immortal Lord in the sky and murmured to herself.

Her figure was hazy, her voice ethereal; she had clearly just spoken these words, yet it was difficult to remember what she had said.

"Snow Moon..."

Just then, the lord of the forbidden zone turned his head to look at the Snow Moon Saintess.

Those eyes, alternating between clarity and confusion, glanced at the Snow Moon Saintess before finally settling on the hairpin in her hair. A fleeting hint of reminiscence appeared in her eyes.
Li Yueyao and the Snow Moon Saintess couldn't see it at all, but Li Qiye, who was standing next to her, could see it very clearly, and his heart couldn't help but stir slightly.

It seems that the Lord of the Forbidden Zone of Life recognizes the hairpin on the head of the Snow Moon Saintess.

This lord of the forbidden zone of life has lived for an unknown amount of time. In this era where both immortals and demons have vanished, her reappearance in this world is truly terrifying!
"The thunder has passed, Divine Sun, why do you still cling to it?"

Immortal Xiyue shook her head and muttered to herself.

She raised her hand and gently patted the Divine Sun Immortal Lord in the air.

The seemingly effortless movements appeared terrifying to Shenyang Immortal Lord, who struggled and roared in vain, unable to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as his body shrank, stiffened, and eventually turned into a statue standing in the desert, his last shred of obsession vanishing.

Seeing the dark flame in the palm of the Immortal Xiyue's hand, which burned away the still struggling golden sun artifact, they realized that the flame had completely consumed it.

The last drop of golden blood floated in the air.

Seeing all this, Li Qiye's expression turned strange.

What do you think?
In Li Qiye's view, the actions of Immortal Xiyue just now were just like those of a folk origami artist who directly destroyed his origami works that he was not satisfied with.

So the question is, what exactly is her identity?
What exactly did Thunder Immortal Lord realize?
It's likely that only they know all this.

Now it seems that Immortal Xiyue and her mother are indeed Haotian, but their identities are definitely not that simple.

Or rather, the innate deities are not simple to begin with, but they definitely have another identity, and it is related to this small world.

Clearly, Lin Xiyue's actions just now demonstrated her control over this small world.

At least in her hands, the spirits that these funerary objects were transformed into were like toys, which she could manipulate at will.

"According to what she just said, the Haotian Sect is not just a sect, but also represents a gate, and all the spirits live in the world inside the gate."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Li Qiye:
"Judging from what they just said, it seems that both Divine Sun Immortal Lord and Thunder Immortal Lord were buried alive with the deceased. That means this is a divine tomb, and the so-called Haotian Sect is very likely the entrance to the divine tomb!"

"Then what are the identities of Immortal Xiyue and her mother? Are they tomb keepers?"

These strange thoughts surfaced in Li Qiye's mind.

But what kind of powerful being would be qualified to be a born deity as a tomb guardian?

Isn't that a bit too much of a show of face?

(End of this chapter)