Chapter 722: Falling into Demonhood
"What a massive demonic beast!" The crowd's eyes stared at that castle, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, enveloping the entire heavens and earth within it, completely wrapping everything. On top of it, it could actually hold tens of thousands of people—too terrifying.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." The gale continued, and those Heavenly Martial Realm experts also stared at this shocking beast, which was none other than the ancient demonic beast, Kun Peng.
In comparison, the figure that leaped down from the beast seemed somewhat insignificant.
"Hmph, you've finally returned." Duan Wudao had originally wanted to kill Yue Qingshan, but now seeing Lin Feng, he immediately stepped forward, his body soaring into the void.
"Scram!" Lin Feng's eyes blazed with fury, those pupils so cold they made people tremble. The terrifying roar transformed into endless sword scars, madly stabbing toward Duan Wudao, causing his body to stiffen slightly as he flickered through the void, retreating to the side.
Lin Feng paid no attention to Duan Wudao at all. At this moment, his eyes were fixed only on that illusory figure.
"Whimper..." A sobbing sound rang out. Those eyes, as ethereal as an immortal's, looked at Lin Feng. Within Xue Linglong's beautiful eyes, teardrops formed. Then she turned around and ran into the distance, as if she dared not look at Lin Feng.
"Meng Qing!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, causing Xue Linglong's body to freeze in place. Her head trembled as she turned around.
"Meng Qing." Lin Feng stepped directly to Meng Qing's side in one stride, but the hand he extended froze in midair.
His body crouched slightly, Lin Feng gently embraced the pure white, immortal-like Xue Linglong into his arms. Xue Linglong let out a sobbing sound, her body trembling slightly. That illusory figure of Meng Qing had not yet completely dissipated, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lin Feng.
Lin Feng also stared at that illusory shadow, his hand trembling as he reached out, wanting to touch it, but he found he could not grasp it, could not touch it.
"Lin Feng." A ethereal voice entered Lin Feng's ears. That gentle voice seemed to shatter his heart. She could still speak—Meng Qing could still speak.
"I'm sorry, Lin Feng. I've been hiding it from you all along. Actually... I am a demon." Within the illusory shadow, tears seemed to well up. Then she slowly crouched down, curling into Lin Feng's embrace. Though she was illusory, she was still willing to lie in Lin Feng's arms like that.
"I know. I've always known." Meng Qing's voice made Lin Feng's heart feel like it was breaking. Through the demonic beasts he controlled, he could personally experience everything happening here. Yet he was powerless, watching Meng Qing besieged by Heavenly Martial Realm experts, watching her being blasted back into her demonic form.
Lin Feng had long known that Meng Qing was a demon—very early on. How could a woman as holy and pure as an immortal live deep within Black Wind Ridge, with no demonic beast daring to trespass?
That time he entered the Nine Dragons Mountain Range, he encountered the Heavenly Demon Cat Demon, and upon hearing the cat demon's words, he understood. Meng Qing was a Heavenly Demon in the process of transformation, wanting to fully become human. That was why she could not use her own power—just like the cat demon back then. Once she used her full strength at this most critical moment, her transformation would fail.
Yet because of him, Meng Qing had several times used power beyond her limits, enduring the pain of being eroded by cold energy.
"Lin Feng, do you remember how I loved listening to you tell the story of the Fox Immortal? Can you sing 'White Fox' for me one more time?" Hearing Lin Feng say he knew, the illusory eyes revealed a smile, full of warmth and beauty. She loved most to hear Lin Feng tell her the story of the White Fox, and she loved most to hear Lin Feng sing that song that did not exist in this world.
"I am a fox who has cultivated for a thousand years, a thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of solitude. Among the vast sea of people, who planted the love curse? Life after life, I will dance for you. When I loved you, you were poor and studying hard by the cold window. When I left you, you had passed the imperial exams and were in the bridal chamber. Can I dance one more dance for you? I am your..."
A low voice slowly chanted from Lin Feng's mouth, while the illusory figure in his arms grew more and more ethereal, as if it might vanish into nothingness at any moment.
Yet at that moment, that illusory, fleeting figure of peerless beauty still wore a radiant, happy smile.
Who was it that ended her solitude?
Who was it that gave her water-like heart a soaring happiness?
Who was it that gradually melted her cold heart?
And who was it that made her shed her first tear, letting her love, hurt, laugh, and cry?
For whom was she willing to have no regrets?
For whom was she willing to give up everything?
And for whom was she willing to exhaust all her youthful splendor?
And for whom, even if she faced eternal damnation, would she have no regrets in this life?
A tear slid down Lin Feng's cheek, dripping onto that illusory figure. Finally, Meng Qing's illusory shadow dissipated, but Lin Feng seemed not to notice, tightly holding the trembling snow fox, Xue Linglong.
Yue Menghe walked to Meng Qing's side, stroking Xue Linglong's snow-white fur, tears in her eyes.
"Lin Feng, Meng Qing is different from other demonic beasts. She is an immortal among demons, a Snow Spirit Fox, who can naturally take human form. Moreover, if she had not united with you, she would have become a true human by now. But she chose to unite with you, giving you a wisp of Fox Immortal Primordial Qi, delaying her transformation day, leading to what happened today."
Yue Menghe spoke slowly. Xue Linglong raised her head, secretly looking at Lin Feng, her body trembling. But Lin Feng held her even tighter.
Beneath the overcast sky, wisps of cold wind brushed past Lin Feng's body, but he seemed not to feel them—only the cold in his heart.
Lin Feng's body gradually took on a layer of ink-black color, and this black grew deeper and deeper.
Yue Menghe looked at this ink-black color, her body trembling slightly. Gradually, Lin Feng's body grew darker and darker, blacker and blacker...
"Hmm?"
The crowd, listening to Lin Feng's song, were also moved by this love. As they looked at Lin Feng and noticed his body gradually turning ink-black, pitch-black, their hearts trembled slightly.
Black—the deep darkness.
The cold wind blew past. Lin Feng's clothes had completely turned black. His hair also turned black, an extreme black, as if dyed.
Other than black, there was only cold. At this moment, an terrifying cold aura emanated from Lin Feng.
"This is... the color of demonhood!"
The crowd's eyes froze. The black on Lin Feng was clearly the black of the demonic path.
Xue Linglong, curled up in Lin Feng's arms, seemed to sense something. Her body trembled slightly, and she let out a whimper. Lifting her head, those agile and beautiful eyes looked at Lin Feng, her snow-white head gently shaking.
Looking into these eyes, Lin Feng seemed to see Meng Qing. In his gaze, there was nothing but water-like tenderness.
Gently stroking the snow-white fur, Lin Feng's eyes held a smile, but that black still infected his entire body—a heart-shaking black. From head to toe, all was black, the black of demonhood.
Terrifying cold spread, only his embrace was so warm, only his eyes looking at Xue Linglong still held a smile.
"Go kill him." In the void, the expert from the Jade Heaven Royal Clan shouted coldly. Immediately, Duan Wudao stepped forward, arriving above Lin Feng, his body exuding a powerful aura.
"Lin Feng, this time, you will die by my own hand." Duan Wudao said coldly. But Lin Feng seemed not to hear his words, his gaze still fixed on the white fox demon in his arms.
"You, for me, would rather transform into a demon, even if it means eternal damnation, with no regrets in this life."
"I, for you, am also willing to fall into demonhood, even if it means annihilating all heavens, treating all things as mere straw dogs."
A voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. A demonic aura surged into the sky, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently.
Black—utter black. Lin Feng's body transformed into a demonic body, incarnating as a Demon Venerable. His clothes turned into black demonic robes, dancing with the howling wind.
"Mother, take care of Meng Qing." Lin Feng slowly handed the Xue Linglong in his arms to Yue Menghe. Looking at Lin Feng at this moment, she felt he was so unfamiliar. Was this really her son, with his clean and sunny smile? Why was the aura on him now so cold, cold enough to pierce the soul?
"Xiao Feng." She murmured softly. Yue Menghe reached out and took Xue Linglong into her arms. Xue Linglong struggled slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at Lin Feng with some reluctance.
Watching Meng Qing being held by Yue Menghe, Lin Feng revealed his last smile. Then, he raised his head. In his eyes, a terrifying demonic light shot straight into the clouds. Those demonic pupils stared at Duan Wudao, causing Duan Wudao's body to tremble violently—a trembling and quaking from the depths of his soul!