The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 132: Become an Obsession

"This is a pair!"

"This is a pair!"

"This is a pair..."

At the deepest point of Samsara, the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation looked at pair after pair of identical obsessions, his expression on the verge of collapse.

But he knew clearly—any being capable of doing something like this was absolutely not someone he could afford to provoke.

It was far too incomprehensible.

This was Cycle of Obsession, and even he had no way of dealing with it. Yet somehow, a terrifying existence had managed to replicate identical obsessions without him even noticing.

The heavenly secrets had been completely blocked. He couldn’t deduce anything at all.

Finally, once all the obsessions had been paired up—

The one remaining obsession appeared before the eyes of the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation.

This was... Vermilion Bird?

Well then—one of the Four Spirits of Heaven.

An existence of such high status, reduced to an obsession.

Her eyes were vacant, and she kept murmuring something under her breath. The Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation leaned in to listen closely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation furrowed his brow. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

Still, since she had already become a Cycle of Obsession, that must mean she was dead.

In the state of obsession, one’s true spirit would be trapped in endless torment—day and night, cycling endlessly.

There were three steps to the complete annihilation of a living being.

First—physical death.

Second—soul death.

Third—true spirit death.

Under heaven, most living beings only experienced physical death, with their souls naturally drawn into reincarnation.

A strong individual’s soul might resist the pull of Samsara, giving them a chance at rebirth.

Some beings, upon death, had their souls shattered.

Those would be left with only the true spirit. If a true spirit wanted to reincarnate, it would first need to undergo countless lifetimes as the most insignificant forms of life—such as paramecia or various microorganisms—to gradually nurture a ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) soul.

Only after the soul was successfully nurtured again, over and over, could it be reborn as a full living being.

And then, there was the case where even the true spirit was shattered.

This occurred most often during tribulation crossings, or in dark upheavals, when supreme experts struck down ordinary beings.

Staring at the true spirit of this Vermilion Bird, the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation did not act rashly.

Let her suffer at the bottom of Samsara for now—let her slowly savor the torment.

...

Grand Dao Sect.

Lu Ye’s return immediately drew a crowd.

"How did it go? What’s the situation?" Liu Changfeng hurriedly asked.

Lu Ye wore a warm smile on his face—but the words that came out of his mouth made everyone’s hearts pound and their scalps go numb.

"Things went quite well. More than ninety percent of the foreign races are likely dead. If you believe their small world has value, you can go reclaim it now. There won’t be much resistance."

Immediately, the sound of sharp gasps filled the air.

"Ninety-nine percent?" Liu Changfeng pressed for confirmation.

"Yes. Ninety-nine percent."

"Hahaha! Good! Excellent! Excellent!"

"The scourge of the foreign races is now cleansed in a single day. At the very least, the Great Wilderness will have a thousand years of peace. Lu Ye, your contributions are immeasurable!"

Liu Changfeng couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The entire Dao Inquiry Hall was soon filled with laughter and praise.

Lu Ye took out a massive number of storage rings and various storage pouches.

Most of the items inside were low-level. He had already taken everything he needed.

"I don’t have any use for the rest of this. I’ll leave it to the sect."

Too much...

Looking at that pile of storage treasures stacked like a small mountain—even just sorting these out would require a massive amount of manpower and time.

But no one felt tired.

"There’s just too much. All this loot was earned by you alone—you could totally keep it."

"No need. I’ve already taken what I need. The rest is for the sect. If I ever need anything, I’ll just ask the sect for it."

"Alright. If you need anything, you must tell the sect immediately."

"And also—about Chu Ling... is there really a grudge between you two?" Liu Changfeng hesitated for a moment before asking.

"If there’s no serious enmity, maybe you could persuade her. Sword Mountain is the Supreme Sword Sect’s most important treasure—you could even say it’s the foundation of their sect. Especially now, when they’re still helping us—stealing Sword Mountain really isn’t something a fellow Daoist should do," Liu Changfeng said.

Lu Ye smiled faintly.

"Sect Master, I’ve already said this: I have no relationship with Chu Ling. If there is one, it’s as enemies. I can’t contact her, and I won’t try to. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me. There’s no need to talk about showing mercy on my account—if she must be killed, then kill her."

Liu Changfeng hesitated again.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Liu Changfeng was still reluctant. He just understood too well how young people could be about love and relationships.

Some couples claimed to be mortal enemies, but if something actually happened to the other person, they'd instantly explode with fury and rush in regardless of the cost.

Some young couples would get into cold wars and hurl the cruelest words at each other—but if you chimed in and said something bad about the other person, they’d turn around and get mad at you instead.

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"I'm really sure. I swear on the Great Dao—Chu Ling's life or death has nothing to do with me. If I break this, may my body perish and my Dao—"

"Hey hey hey!"

Liu Changfeng jumped, rushing forward to cover Lu Ye’s mouth.

"Enough, enough! I believe you, I believe you! No need to swear!"

It seemed Lu Ye really didn’t have much of a connection to Chu Ling.

"In that case, I’ll go ahead and inform the Supreme Sword Sect, then?"

Lu Ye smiled slightly.

"As you wish."

"If there’s nothing else, this disciple will take his leave."

"Mhm. Focus on cultivating. If there’s any difficulty, reach out to the sect at once."

Lu Ye exited the Dao Inquiry Hall.

His cultivation had now reached the Eighth Layer of the Dao Integration Realm. With the disappearance of the Cycle of Obsession, he had pulled himself free of the quagmire. That moment of lightness allowed him to break through a small layer in his realm without even meaning to.

Vermilion Bird’s death—there was no helping it.

The moment she was parasitized by the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor, her death had already been determined.

In his previous life, it was precisely because the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor remained alive that Lu Ye had suffered so immensely.

There were just too many enemies.

Though the Grand Dao Sect had risen to power, it had done so through one bloody battle after another. You could say it was built on the deaths of wave after wave of disciples and elders.

Even Sun Ruowei had died indirectly because of the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor.

So—Lu Ye could not let him live.

Even if Vermilion Bird was one of the Four Spirits of Heaven, even if she was an emperor with the potential to completely suppress the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor—Lu Ye would never place the fate of that monster in her hands.

Enemies—he would kill them himself.

Lu Ye had originally been planning to start cultivating again—but then he looked up suddenly.

"Huh? Another breakthrough? Seems the frequency of Chaotic Yin Poison outbreaks is getting worse."

Lu Ye muttered to himself.

The aura of Bai Qiulan, now at the Tribulation Crossing Realm, swept through the entire Grand Dao Sect.

Another Tribulation Crossing powerhouse had been born.

A bone-chilling cold spread across the sect.

In the midst of unbearable torment, Bai Qiulan opened her eyes.

At that moment, the system transformed into Shen Xitong, and vanished from sight.