Chapter 35: Who is Xing Tian?

  The result of the fusion of stardust and crimson afterglow, currently manifested on me, only shows the toxicity of stardust. It seems that there are other reactions that need further verification.

  As a poison cultivator, to devote one's entire life's blood to the cause of poisonous arts, even sacrificing one's own life, is not only not shameful, but rather an extremely glorious thing.

  Suddenly brightened up before one's eyes, and suddenly darkened again.

  At this moment, the monster's unparalleled face suddenly underwent some changes in my eyes, still as ambiguous as before, but it seemed to match something in his brain.

  In a vast expanse of white snow, snowflakes danced in the sky, falling down one by one.

  I crawl on the ground step by step, without end, without rest. Where am I going, where am I going?

  It gradually became blurry in front of my eyes, and then suddenly it cleared up again.

  In the snow, a man wearing a red fur coat stood, with an androgynous appearance and a devil-like voice, "If you beg for mercy, I will allow you to die here."

  "Allowed? You think this is your home?" I wanted to retort loudly, but the voice that came out of my mouth was as thin as a mosquito.

  Struggling with his body, he continued to crawl forward. Behind him, that voice came again: "Surrender, and you might still have a way out."

  A way out? You may know, what I want is not a way out, but a dead end.

  "You're not even afraid of death, what's there to fear about being alive?"

  I'm not afraid of dying, I'm not even afraid of living, what I fear is living a life that's worse than death.

  "From now on, in this world, there is no Chihiro, only Sen, only Sen!"

  "Chihiro? What does this name mean?"

  "It doesn't matter what it means, a name is just a code, you can be called Chihiro, or you can also be called Sen."

  ……

  Suddenly extremely chaotic in mind, scene after scene, like a tsunami, flooded in.

  "You said, among so many disciples, why was the name Chihiro given to her?"

  "What's the reason? It's just that others are younger than you, more beautiful than you, and can gain more favor from their masters."

  "I really want to use a knife to scratch that face of hers and see if Master will still look at her when he arrives."

  "What's the point of making her look pretty, our master truly loves men."

  "Is the emperor's true love a man?"

  "Perhaps the master is practicing the Tianmo Divine Technique. Even if he previously loved women, later on, he will also love men. I think you should give up that thought as soon as possible."

  "Let me give up, why don't you give up on the Emperor yourself?"

  ……

  He suddenly came to his senses, and even his voice trembled with a few words: "It's you, how could it be you, how could it be?"

  In my dream, a man wearing a red fur coat appeared several times. I thought it might be my old demon or my glory.

  But I was wrong from the start and wrong in the end.

  That was a distant past, it was a dark period that I have always been unwilling to recall, let alone mention.

  In those years, I met the first great god in my life. Like other disciples, I called him Master, and people in the Kunlun Mountains area called him Young Master, while more people called him Young Master Xing Tian.

  Xingtian is the god of war in ancient times, wherever he goes, it's all a scene of death.

  Xing Tian is the coldest and most arrogant existence in this world. He is not a mortal, but a mythical figure who only exists in legend.

  Xing Tian is, is...