# Chapter 1764: Eternal Life (Part 2)
Luo Changsheng's words moved countless profound practitioners of the Eastern Domain, but Luo Shangchen suddenly raised his head from the ground and growled, "Get lost! Get… the hell… out of here!"
In the eyes of others, this was undoubtedly Luo Shangchen protecting Luo Changsheng, not letting him bear the humiliation himself.
Only the people of Shengyu Sect knew the grief and anger within his words.
"Ha ha ha ha ha," Yun Che laughed loudly and said, "It seems your father king doesn't want to accept your kindness. But his unwillingness is his business; how could this Demon Lord bear to refuse your filial piety?"
"If you can't take his place, then accompany him instead. After all, you two are 'father and son'!"
He emphasized the words "father and son" quite heavily, and his smile carried deep sarcasm.
At this moment, everyone in the Shengyu Sect faintly sensed that Yun Che seemed to know everything about their "father-son" relationship.
"Alright." Luo Changsheng did not argue further but bowed respectfully: "Thank you for the Demon Lord's gift."
After speaking, he quietly moved to Luo Shangchen's side and knelt on one knee slightly behind him.
"You… get lost!" Luo Shangchen suddenly reached out to push Luo Changsheng away.
Luo Changsheng did not resist, but Chi Wuyue suddenly raised her hand to block Luo Shangchen's power and said with a smile, "Shengyu Realm King, it's rare that your son is so filial, willing to share honor and disgrace with you. It would be a shame to refuse."
In the Northern Divine Realm, Chi Wuyue's authority was second only to Yun Che's. Though Luo Shangchen's heart was churning like a thousand waves, he could no longer say anything… He had already been humiliated to this extent; how could he bring more variables to his sect's safety because of his own anger?
He said no more, lowered his head, and crawled toward Yun Che on his hands and knees as before.
As the number one realm king of the Eastern Domain, he had imagined dying fiercely in battle. After the Demon Emperor's return, he had even imagined dying worthlessly. But he never imagined he would live to endure such humiliation… because Yun Che knew that this was far harder for him to bear than death.
Beneath the surface of forgiveness lay the cruelest revenge.
But who could he blame for all this? Among the three great realm realms, Liuguang Realm and Futian Realm had preserved their dignity without a scratch, and their future status in the Eastern Divine Realm would even far surpass before.
Even more tragic was that the one who had first stepped forward to demand Yun Che's death back then… was also the reason for today's humiliation. And it was for Luo Changsheng and Luo Guxie, the two people he now hated the most.
How ironic.
Behind him, Luo Changsheng followed closely, kneeling and moving with him.
When a humiliation is shared by two, the sense of disgrace is reduced by more than half. Every step, every breath, he could clearly perceive Luo Changsheng's presence.
If none of that had happened, this extremely humiliating experience would have gained a precious light that Luo Changsheng's voluntary companionship would have made him never forget.
But… all the cruelest things in this world descended simultaneously in this extremely short time, like an irresistible nightmare.
Chi Wuyue's gaze lingered on Luo Changsheng for a few breaths, then she looked away calmly without reminding Yun Che about it.
Because there was no need.
Finally, crawling back to Yun Che's feet, Luo Shangchen bowed his head and said, "I know that my crimes from back then are unforgivable. To receive the Demon Lord's mercy, my entire Shengyu Sect will be grateful and will never harbor disloyalty."
Just as his oath of allegiance fell, a burst of profound energy suddenly erupted behind him. A fatal cold gleam instantly condensed and stabbed straight at Yun Che.
Caught off guard, Luo Shangchen was thrown away by the sudden surge of air. The cold gleam pierced through layers of space, aiming directly at Yun Che's throat… Behind it were eyes as fierce and desperate as a starving wolf's.
Yun Che's long hair drifted, but he stood motionless.
With a dull thud, the dagger Luo Changsheng had suddenly thrust out stopped in front of Yun Che. Yan Yi's withered palm gripped the blade, not a single drop of blood spurting. The dagger was as if suppressed by ten thousand mountains, unable to move an inch, the power on it rapidly dissipating like a receding tide.
Ridiculous. With Three Yan Ancestors present, if Yun Che had even a single hair injured, they would have no face to continue.
Yun Che slowly lowered his eyes to look at Luo Changsheng, who was gnashing his teeth, his gaze carrying a hint of disappointment: "That's it?"
Bang!
Yan Er's ghost claw struck directly at Luo Changsheng's heart. With a muffled groan, the dagger flew from his hand and he was sent flying in an instant. Then Yan San's figure appeared strangely above him, stomping him down.
Boom——
With a loud crash, the earth split open, and blood foam splattered from Luo Changsheng's mouth.
The sudden change drew cries of shock from the entire Eastern Divine Realm.
The cultivation of a seventh-level Divine Lord realm was enough to look down on all living beings in any divine realm.
But around Yun Che, the Three Yan Ancestors guarded him closely, the Demon Empress and the Yan Emperor were present, along with a host of Moon Devourers, Demonesses, and Yanma. The once dazzling Luo Changsheng now had no brilliance at all among them.
Even Yun Che himself was strong enough to incinerate Taiyu Venerable with one hand.
How could he possibly kill Yun Che!?
Was he insane!?
"Urgh… Ah!!" Luo Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot. Facing the Three Yan Ancestors, who could suppress any Divine Emperor, he showed no fear. With a violent roar, he ignited his essence blood, and a storm of dimension-tearing force surged around him.
The earth and space were shredded piece by piece. Dragging a long trail of blood, Luo Changsheng actually broke free from Yan San's suppression. But instead of fleeing, he grabbed another dagger, madly condensing his power upon it.
Amid the storm, the dagger streaked toward Yun Che like a meteor of despair.
But that meteor was instantly smashed by Yan Yi's palm slap, leaving only remnants of broken light and a disordered storm.
Bang! Bang!
Two overlapping loud noises rang out as Yan Er's and Yan San's ghost claws simultaneously struck Luo Changsheng's body.
With Luo Changsheng's cultivation, facing a Yan Ancestor, he still had some room to struggle.
But all his power and concentration were focused on Yun Che, to the point that he poured even his most basic protective force into the attack.
Under the terrifyingly overwhelming Yanma power of the two Yan Ancestors, all color drained from Luo Changsheng's face in an instant. Blood spurted from his seven orifices and over a dozen places on his body, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
"Changsheng!" Only at this moment did Luo Shangchen snap awake. He roared and lunged forward, but an arm firmly held him back.
The Grand Elder of Shengyu Sect gripped him tightly, shaking his head heavily at him.
Luo Changsheng lay collapsed on the ground, coughing blood in agony. The blood was bright red at first, but gradually, like his complexion, it began to take on an increasingly dark black hue.
He did not calm his blood energy, did not beg for mercy. He raised his head high, facing the projection array and all the profound practitioners of the Eastern Divine Realm, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You cowards… Why… don't any of you resist…"
"Your realm king… is being humiliated like a dog by these demons… This is the disgrace of all of you! Why don't you resist? Why are you instead at ease!"
"Do the profound practitioners of the Eastern Divine Realm no longer have even the most basic blood and backbone!"
His hate-filled eyes and blood-stained words shook every corner of the Eastern Divine Realm.
"Changsheng… shut up, shut up!" Luo Shangchen said in a trembling voice. He lunged forward, heavily kneeling before Yun Che, and said in deep terror: "Demon Lord, I have failed to discipline my son. Changsheng recently suffered a great blow, lost his mind, and committed this great offense. I will… I will personally abolish all his cultivation, then imprison him in Shengyu forever, never to leave Shengyu even half a step."
"I beg the Demon Lord to show mercy and spare his life. I beg the Demon Lord to show mercy."
Tears streaming, he knocked his head repeatedly like a pestle pounding garlic, his forehead soon stained with blood.
"Heh… I don't need… your plea for mercy!" Luo Changsheng said hoarsely: "I, Luo Changsheng… would rather die… than submit to you cowards… who fear death and have no backbone!"
"Oh my," Chi Wuyue said softly with a light sigh, muttering to herself with a smile: "Trying to use his own death to stir up rebellion in the Eastern Divine Realm? Not a bad idea, but… in the end, he's still too naive."
"Hee hee hee." Luo Changsheng's proud and unyielding words made Yan Er laugh: "So touching, this old ghost is about to be moved to tears again."
Bang!
A black shadow flashed, and Yan Er's ghost claw pierced through Luo Changsheng's chest like rotten wood, completely severing the life force of this once-record-breaking true genius of the divine realm.
Luo Changsheng's eyes bulged, and he slowly collapsed.
"Changsheng!" Everyone heard Luo Shangchen's anguished cry.
Yan Er unhurriedly pulled his ghost claw from Luo Changsheng's body. Just as he was about to crush him, Chi Wuyue's demonic figure suddenly flashed, pushing Yan Er away with a palm. She picked up Luo Changsheng and sent her demon soul directly invading his soon-to-collapse soul.
Yan Er was furious and about to strike, but when he saw the Demon Empress's figure, he quickly withdrew his neck and power.
First rule of survival for a Yan Ancestor: The men around the Demon Lord—you can beat them up as you like if displeased; the women around the Demon Lord—must not be touched or shouted at.
After a moment, Chi Wuyue withdrew her demon soul, her expression calm as she tossed Luo Changsheng out, landing him right beside Luo Shangchen.
Yun Che watched coldly the whole time, not uttering a word.
"Changsheng… Changsheng!" Luo Shangchen crawled on his knees to Luo Changsheng's side, lifted his blood-stained body, felt his rapidly fading life force, and tears of blood streamed down his face.
If he didn't have such deep feelings for Luo Changsheng, how could he have collapsed like this after learning the truth?
He was clearly a bastard, the bastard Luo Guxie had used to take revenge on him. But watching him die before his eyes, he still felt his heart and soul shatter, overwhelmed by unbearable pain.
Luo Changsheng's arm moved. Using all his strength, he reached out to touch Luo Shangchen, his voice weak as a mosquito's hum: "Father King… your son… must go ahead…"
"…" Luo Shangchen's whole body trembled; he choked on his tears and could not speak.
"I am… Luo Changsheng…" he murmured: "I am Father King's son… the young master of Shengyu… I… am not… a bastard…"
Luo Shangchen closed his eyes and said softly: "Right, you are of course Changsheng. You are the pride of Shengyu, my son. No matter what happens, you are my… proudest son."
The light in his eyes was fading, but Luo Changsheng seemed to smile. He looked at the sky, and through the projection array, he seemed to see countless eyes fixed on him. He whispered with a smile: "In this way… the world… will remember me… Luo Changsheng…"
"They will all remember… that I am… Luo… Chang… sheng…"
His expression froze in a smile, his pupils reflecting the pale sky.
When everyone chose to submit—and submit in utter humiliation—he, who possessed the most proud talent, the most brilliant future, and should have cherished his life above all, chose death over surrender.
Yes, every image of him before death, every roar, would be deeply engraved in the memories of the Eastern Domain profound practitioners. Everyone would deeply remember, forever remember… his name was Luo Changsheng.
Feeling clearly the dissipation of Luo Changsheng's last breath, every muscle of Luo Shangchen's body spasmed. His soul sometimes convulsed, sometimes felt empty… and even in emptiness, it was accompanied by unprecedented agony.
He picked up Luo Changsheng, his eyes vacant, and walked away slowly, his steps heavy as those of an old man… seemingly forgetting that he hadn't yet received Yun Che's Dark Mark, and even more, forgotten to beg his leave.
Yun Che did not give any order, so no one stopped him.
Yun Che turned his eyes and sent a sound transmission to Chi Wuyue: "You searched his memories?"
"Yes," Chi Wuyue replied. "I thought he might know Luo Guxie's whereabouts, but unexpectedly, he didn't. That crazy woman is still a not-so-small hidden threat."
Although she didn't find information about Luo Guxie, she gained quite a lot of other things.
Yun Che did not ask further.
"Alas, what a pity." Chi Wuyue looked in the direction Luo Shangchen had left, let out a faint sigh, then lightly called out: "Jie Xin, Jie Ling."
Behind her, Jie Xin and Jie Ling appeared simultaneously, bowing in readiness.
"Slaughter the Shengyu Sect," Chi Wuyue ordered calmly.
"Yes." Jie Xin and Jie Ling received the order and departed.