Little An Li imagined darkness, but never thought it could be so dark, especially when Song Yan whispered into her ear, revealing the ins and outs of the whole affair, breaking down its intricate layers for her, and her heart grew cold with fear.
She mustered the greatest courage to accept Song Yan, even forcing herself to regain her Primordial Qi, clinging to Song Yan’s side like a bird of dependance, imagining him as a great mountain, a towering tree.
Yet even though she had imagined Song Yan to be as fearsome as possible, it was still far from enough...
She thought Song Yan would join forces with the other Ancient Race members to eliminate the Celestial Demon, and then fight for the ownership of the True Spirit Fragment; but she never expected Song Yan to tell her... That he actually possessed a part of the Celestial Demon’s power too, and he used this power to devour the Celestial Demon, devour those lives, and set traps. The purpose of those traps was such and such...
Song Yan explained every detail to her.
She tried hard to digest, tried hard to accept.
Yet in the midst of accepting, she suddenly realized the man she liked, was worried about, loved deeply was actually... a great demon! A demon with unfathomable schemes and endless sinister tricks!
What need does a demon have for love, concern, or liking?
At this moment, the man holding her was an entire mass of evil darkness, a darkness she had never truly understood.
While in the chariot, Song Yan indulgently enjoyed himself. An Li, like a soulless doll, reluctantly clung to him, eyes vacant, gritting her teeth to hold on.
When it ended, An Li felt a slight soreness all over her body. As she cleaned herself, she thought of all the things that had happened recently and sighed lightly.
Song Yan said: "The truth is indeed terrifying; mortals with a lifespan of decades cannot feel this horror, but the longer you live, the more you will notice. You’ll get used to it."
An Li hung her head.
Song Yan picked up a gauze, cleaned her, and then wrapped her with the pure Sword Robe, speaking softly: "Between us, no matter what needs to be said, it should be said frankly."
An Li gasped heavily for air, then rallied her courage, lifted her head and said: "Whether good or evil, whether it’s for you or the Formless Celestial Venerable, whether kneeling or betrayal, this... I can accept all of it, but I cannot accept your confessed existence of the sacrifice, nor can I accept you leisurely devouring those people."
Her eyes reddened, tears starting to well up as she murmured: "You not only devoured them, you also... you also..."
Her gaze swept over the side of Song Yan’s hand.
Beside his hand lay an evil Array Plate—a Sacrificial Array.
"You continue to research this! Aren’t these things wrong? These things can no longer be described with good and evil, they are pure destruction!"
A timid voice suddenly erupted like a repressed volcano, hysterical in its explosion.
"At first, I was far away, worrying about you, thinking about meeting you, but I discovered you joined forces with the Celestial Demon, trapping those Ancient Race Cultivators, those Loose Cultivators.
Then, you toyed with that Celestial Demon.
That Celestial Demon was terrifying, but before you, it was like a child, played round and round by you.
The Celestial Demon fled, you chased after it, when you returned you had replaced it, devoured the lives within the Sacrificial Array...
I believed this was everything, and despite my fear, I tried hard to accept it!
But when you told me, said this was your original plan,
you not only planned so much but even more, even more horrifying things.
You are not a person, if there really is a Divine ancient god in this world, He would certainly not shelter you, I..."
Weeping, An Li spoke hurriedly.
And as she spoke, she suddenly calmed down, stared at Song Yan, and said: "You do not need me to cry for you."
Song Yan was stunned for a long time, raising his hand to wipe away her tears.
For a moment, they looked into each other’s eyes.
Song Yan suddenly said: "We’ve known each other for nearly three hundred years, right?"
An Li cried: "But why does it feel every time, the person I know isn’t the real you? Why every time do you make me rediscover you.
The Fire Worship Demon Sect, Gusha Mountain, the Formless Ancient Race’s ancestral secret too, every time you’re different, I’ve tried so hard to accept you but I... I... I cannot like a you so dark, so terrifying!"
Song Yan closed his eyes.
An Li said: "You shouldn’t have brought me here, shouldn’t have told me these things, shouldn’t have been honest with me. You should have let me be a little pet who knows nothing, raising, coddling. Me knowing nothing, that would be better."
The air was utterly silent.
An Li said: "I’m just an ordinary female cultivator, there are millions like me in this world, I can do my best to change myself, but I can’t completely twist myself or completely accept these things."
Song Yan said: "In fact, I’m just an ordinary male cultivator..."
An Li couldn’t help but laugh.
Song Yan fell into silence.
He didn’t think he had been too clever for his own good.
The love he yearned for was a mutual honesty.
This time, he had only slightly leaked a bit of his secret, hadn’t yet spoken about the Demon Monk or the Nine-Child Demon Mother, but the result was An Li could not accept it.
Indeed, if it were him, he would feel the same.
If he were a regular cultivator, and the woman he loved had always been gentle and charming, suddenly showing fangs, a bloody mouth, devouring lives, unfathomable schemes, dark and evil, and then came to ask him to accept it.
He... also couldn’t accept it.
This only proves they were truly incompatible.
Suddenly, An Li grabbed his hand, closed her eyes, and slowly pressed his hand to her forehead.