256: Deliverance

Looking back on his life, Ding Yin felt an endless sense of bewilderment.

From the moment he entered Shu Mountain, he had relied on his Aptitude and hard work to become a standout among the Disciple of Shu Mountain, step by step.

Then, he led the people of Shu Mountain in a desperate struggle against the experts of the Demonic Path, repeatedly performing great feats.

Afterward, his mind was influenced by the Red Soul Stone, turning him into a sinister and cunning freak attempting to completely annihilate both the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path.

Then, by chance, he obtained the "Blood Scripture," Cultivating himself into this state that was neither human nor ghost, and from then on, he embarked on the path of becoming the Blood Demon, never to return...

Killing was to fill the Blood Sea, but what exactly was he filling the Blood Sea for?

For immortality?

With his Aptitude, by the time he finished Cultivating and achieved Immortal Ascension, wouldn't immortality be an easy matter?

For fame?

Shu Mountain was one of the leaders of the Righteous Path. Based on his magic power and his merits, becoming the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain would have been a mere snap of the fingers.

He could have led the masses, guided Shu Mountain and the various Righteous Path School, wiped out the wicked, and achieved eternal glory!

For profit?

As a leader of the Righteous Path, would the resources of Shu Mountain have been lacking?

To prove a point?

That was it. Back then, there were factions within Shu Mountain that were at odds with each other, but with his reputation, magic power, and the merits he had established, no one dared to show him the slightest disrespect!

Ding Yin recalled all these things and suddenly sighed, "For no reason. It was nothing more than a series of twists and turns that led me to where I am today..."

"Then you... have you ever regretted it?"

Tang Ku raised his blade and gently rested it on his shoulder.

"I... have no regrets!"

Ding Yin smiled bitterly, "But now, I do regret it!"

"What do you regret?"

Tang Ku said with a calm expression, "Is it for fame and fortune? Or because you didn't achieve immortality? Or are you regretting your own death? What do you regret? And why do you regret it?"

Ding Yin's expression became solemn, and the previous viciousness slowly faded from his face.

A figure with white beard and white eyebrows slowly appeared behind him, and another figure in a blood-red robe, identical to him, appeared to the side.

The three figures stood together and spoke with the same voice.

"Everyone has a heart of good and evil. For those who do good, a single wrong thought can lead to great evil. For those who do evil, a single good thought can be considered great good!"

Ding Yin's voice was surprisingly firm. He said in a deep voice, "In this life, I have done good deeds and committed evil acts! The good: saving thousands of people from misery. The evil: slaughtering countless lives for my own use... I regret my past actions because I should not have killed so many people for my own selfish desires."

"I regret it for those innocent people, and I regret it for those families who were broken because of it. I regret the resentment and evil thoughts that were generated because of it. Everything began because of me, and everything shall end because of me... I ask the Holy Monk... to fulfill my wish!"

As he spoke, the three figures pressed their palms together and suddenly knelt before Tang Ku.

"Well done, well done..." Tang Ku raised the long blade in his hand and swung it horizontally.

Three heads instantly flew into the sky. Then, from the chest cavities of the corpses, three streams of clear Qi continuously rose, forming a faint white light in mid-air.

"You have committed too many evil deeds and caused too much harm. You must experience a hundred lifetimes of Reincarnation and a hundred lifetimes of repaying your debts to redeem your sins."

"Each time you die, you will walk through the Eighteen Levels of Hell one hundred and eight times. Are... you willing?"

Tang Ku said in a deep voice.

"This Disciple is willing; it should be so!" The ball of light shook up and down as if nodding.

Tang Ku suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Well done, well done. Remember my Buddha name. Whenever you cannot hold onto your original heart, recite this name, and you will be able to uphold the Righteous Path, with no fear in your heart, and no attachments!"

As he spoke, Tang Ku extended a finger and directly carved the name of Guangdu Xin Buddha and the seal of Guangdu Xin Buddha into his soul.

The white shadow paused, then nodded to Tang Ku three times, and then sank into the ground and disappeared!

"At the highest level of Buddha Dharma, killing is about punishing the heart!"

Tang Ku held the blade in his hand and chuckled, "Finally, another evil person has been buried... Hmm, the Blood Sea above is extremely viscous, and I don't want to pass through it again... Do you have a way?"

The blood-colored long blade hummed, then flew out of his hand, stabbing its blade above the cave entrance.

The endless Blood Sea trembled immediately, and then, through the blade, it began to seep into the long blade bit by bit.

A massive suction force instantly unfolded. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the remaining Blood Sea was all sucked into the blood-colored long blade, not a single drop left!

"If the Blood Sea is not extinguished, the Blood Demon will not die. Now that the Blood Sea is extinguished and the Blood Demon is dead, this trip can be considered a Perfection of Karma!"

Tang Ku suddenly introspected and couldn't help but smile, "The Kunpeng Mystic Skill has broken through three levels in a row, and now it is at the fourth level Realm. In other words, I won't have to worry about consuming too much energy when I make a move in the future!"

The blood Qi strengthened Tang Ku's Dantian to a new Realm. He could extract free energy from the surroundings to replenish himself anytime, anywhere.

It could be said that even in his sleep, he could Cultivate the Kunpeng Mystic Skill at any time. Although the speed was very slow, it was better than nothing.

And completely annihilating the Blood Demon actually increased his Iron Fist Points by 3. Currently, he held 3.7 Iron Fist Points.

"And the greatest gain from this trip is this blade..."

The blood-colored long blade suddenly flew into his hand. Tang Ku couldn't help but gently stroke the blade, chuckling, "I wonder why it ended up here after the Investiture of the Gods, and later actually became the Blood Sea Source?"

As he spoke, Tang Ku flew up and crawled out of the cave.

Looking at this original Blood Cave again, Tang Ku couldn't help but sigh, "Once this Blood Sea disappeared, the space here became incredibly vast... Haha, hiding a million brave soldiers doesn't seem like a difficult task..."

Just as he was talking to himself, a voice suddenly came from above: "Holy Monk, Holy Monk, has the Blood Demon been eliminated?"

Tang Ku looked up and found that the Brick was actually carrying Nezha and the other three. The one calling out was none other than Xingyunzi.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of him.

Wei Zheng stroked his beard and smiled at him, saying, "There are very deep traces of liquid soaking here. It seems this is the Blood Sea that was mentioned before. The Holy Monk's magic power is profound, and you actually eliminated the Blood Demon by yourself? This is truly a great achievement. In the future, the land of Bashu will no longer have to worry about this Prodigy causing disaster!"

Nezha couldn't help but be surprised: "You old man, you can even tell that?"

"Haha, the old gentleman has been a prime minister for many years after all. He can see such things clearly at a glance. Nezha, my friend, you still need to practice more!" Tang Ku laughed.

Nezha was instantly embarrassed: "I'm a martial general, damn it. I wasn't a civil official back when the Investiture of the Gods happened. Why must I have this kind of eye... I... holy crap, what is that in your hand?"

The last sentence was said when Nezha saw the blade in Tang Ku's hand clearly. At this moment, he was shocked and a bit incoherent.

"Oh, I got it out of the Blood Cave. Hmm, the Blood Demon called it the Blood Sea Source!"

Tang Ku laughed.

"What the hell kind of Blood Sea Source is that? Isn't this the Blood-Transforming Divine Sabre?"

Nezha jumped up and said in shock, "Why would this thing appear here?"