I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 1419

Chapter 1419: Chapter 550: The Emperor’s Death! Your Fate Is Mine! (Part 2)

"No matter what price I have to pay, I will not hesitate!"

Hearing this, Chen Mo was secretly shocked.

Even forced into such a desperate situation, Sikong Che still refused to give up struggling; this almost twisted obsession sent a chill down one’s spine.

Zhu Jiuyou merely watched him coldly and said indifferently, "Since the Dragon Clan’s lifespan is so long, then why is your race now withered and dying out, leaving only me, a single pure-blooded True Dragon between heaven and earth? Yet the Human Race you call weak has only grown more and more prosperous?"

"This..." Sikong Che was momentarily at a loss for words.

"The rise and fall of fortunes, the cycle of withering and flourishing, are the natural law of the Heavenly Dao." Zhu Jiuyou said, "Longevity should be a natural gift that comes after one’s pursuit of the Dao reaches its depths and one’s mind and nature are perfected, yet you treat it as some goal to chase and scramble after. This has already deviated from the essence of the Dao. Even if you gain a thousand years of lifespan, you’re nothing but a walking corpse..."

"Looking at the wretched state you’re in now, you still haven’t realized you took the wrong path?"

"Took the wrong path?" Sikong Che’s soul quivered, his tone growing even icier. "All the Ancient Emperors of my era have fallen, reduced to dust in history. Only I have lived to this day. That alone proves everything!"

"You don’t need to lecture me here. If you want to live, you’ll do as I say!"

Zhu Jiuyou gazed at that twisted face beneath the torn-off mask, and past memories surged like a tide.

All those former scenes of sincerity and affection, when recalled now, were nauseating.

"And what if I say, I don’t want to?" Zhu Jiuyou said softly.

"Hm?"

Before Sikong Che could react, black flames ignited out of thin air and instantly swallowed him!

Under the scorching blaze, his Divine Soul melted rapidly like snow under the sun!

"Zhu Jiuyou, you’re mad! You’ll die like this too! W–wait, wait a second!" Sikong Che screamed himself hoarse.

"I don’t care. Since you crave longevity so much, then nothing is a better punishment than making you brush up against death again and again." Zhu Jiuyou said indifferently.

Only when Sikong Che’s Divine Soul was about to dissipate at the final moment did the black flames die out.

Before he could draw a breath, a bone-piercing gale howled in, countless Wind Blades slicing his soul apart inch by inch. The searing pain and the terror of hovering at death’s door drove him nearly insane!

Then came lightning smiting, earth burying, freezing ice...

Under Zhu Jiuyou’s control, precise down to the slightest fraction, Sikong Che endured dozens of different tortures, constantly lingering on the brink of death, yet never quite dying.

An incense stick’s time later.

Zhu Jiuyou finally grew bored. With a raise of the hand, Sikong Che was drawn up to hover before him.

By now his consciousness was scattered, his soul torn to pieces, his awareness completely gone.

"Truly boring."

Zhu Jiuyou let out a sigh.

During that thousand years imprisoned in the Eternal Prison, he had never stopped thinking of revenge, of making Sikong Che suffer a fate worse than death just as he had.

Yet when this day finally arrived, he instead felt a little empty. Everything in the past was already set in stone; even if he inflicted the same pain on the other side, it meant nothing to him.

"Enough, I’ll send you on your last journey."

Zhu Jiuyou lifted his fingertips slightly, a ghostly light flickering.

Sikong Che’s soul exploded with a bang, turning to dust and dispersing with the wind, completely erased from heaven and earth.

The world’s only Ancient Emperor, the "Ancestor" who created the Great Yuan Dynasty and occupied the throne for seven hundred years, fell just like that.

At the same time, Chen Mo felt an invisible power descend from the void, continuously pouring into his body. The Dragon Qi surging in his Dantian suddenly skyrocketed, rushing through his meridians like raging rivers.

The system notifications flashed by:

[Ancient Spirit Constitution proficiency increased, current progress: Fahrenheit Star (4500/10000).]

[Ancient Spirit Constitution proficiency increased, current progress: Fahrenheit Star (4600/10000).]

[Ancient Spirit Constitution proficiency increased, current progress: Fahrenheit Star (5000/10000).]

[Ancient Spirit Constitution proficiency increased...]

Only now did Chen Mo truly understand what Sikong Che meant by "seizing fortune."

The fortune of the world turns like a wheel: the old Emperor collapses, the new lord is born. When the former True Fate Emperor falls, the "fortune" he bore will gather upon the next Heaven’s Mandated one!

Sikong Che had nurtured him as a vessel, plotting and scheming in every way, yet in the end, he fulfilled Chen Mo instead...

Perhaps everything truly had its own destined pattern in the unseen?

Zhu Jiuyou seemed to sense something, lowered his eyes to look down, and gazed at Chen Mo with a hint of surprise. "Looks like you should be that variable... Heaven and earth shift, True Dragon appears. Didn’t think that ox-nosed old Daoist’s words would actually come true."

At this moment, Chen Mo was immersed in boundless comprehension and couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

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