Chapter 112: Abandoning Love in Obsession, the Demon Among Demons Desires to Descend to the Mortal World

A path is not necessarily straight and without forks, and life, like a path, always has choices to make. Time keeps pushing you forward, so you must make decisions. Sometimes, even slight misguidance can lead to wrong choices.
The green sphere still floated before Liu Yi’s eyes, saying, “Yes, let us merge. Let me enter your body, possess it, and abandon your physical form. Then we will be the strongest.”
Liu Yi replied, “Abandon my physical form? Where will my soul be?”
The green sphere continued, “Your soul… haha, your soul will remain here in the depths of darkness, becoming a undead.”
Liu Yi nodded and said, “I understand. You mean that as long as I give you my body, you can become the demon among demons.”
The Demon God of the Depths laughed loudly, “Hahahahaha! I have no feelings, no love. I am the true demon among demons. Once I possess your body, everyone—your enemies, even those lofty gods—will be trampled under my feet.”
Liu Yi remained silent…
The Demon God of the Depths continued, “Think about it. Why were you revived? What is your purpose? Isn’t it the flame of revenge that brought you back to life? The one you loved is dead, your relatives have turned to bones. What does this world still have to offer you? Abandon your physical form. Let us become one. Let me help you unleash all your hatred.”
The Demon God of the Depths didn’t stop. “Ten years ago, on that night, you lost everything—your relatives, your lover. Is your rebirth nothing but for revenge? If you agree to me, I’ll help you, and you can be freed from the torment of hatred forever.”
That scene reappeared in Liu Yi’s mind—the hatred he could never forget. A gray sky, sorrowful raindrops, a mournful breeze scattering everything. There was his father’s cold corpse. The courtyard was filled with blood, corpses piled high. Thousands of lives vanished in just one night. All the scolding, all the warmth from before—gone that night.
Watching Jillian in pain, her pale, lifeless face, he wanted to help but was powerless. He hated fate for shaping his life in such a way, and he hated even more those who plotted this scheme. He wanted his soul to forever become smoke, drifting in the world, enduring the pain of never being able to reincarnate.
Liu Yi’s eyes gradually turned red—filled with hatred, driven by the desire for revenge. Looking at the Demon God of the Depths before him, he shouted, “Everyone who ever hurt me must die! Even the gods in heaven must go to hell and suffer! Everything must change with me! I will redefine the world of gods!”

The Nine Nether Demon God slowly opened the green sphere and looked inside. There was a black shadow, with a pair of black wings fluttering behind it. The only things visible were those blood-red eyes, as if painted with blood, along with a pair of black claws like iron hooks. Its lower body was completely unseen; it seemed to exist solely as a shadow.

A deep voice said, “Does your heart ache? Is it as painful as being pierced by a sword? Then accept me. Abandon your physical body, and let us become one to become the strongest and avenge everyone—avenge those lofty gods. We will make them experience the eighteen layers of hell, the darkness beneath the Nine Nether. We will make them regret their actions for thousands of years, forcing them to pay the price of eternal damnation for what they missed.”

Liu Yi gently released July’s hand and actually began to walk slowly toward the black shadow. His mind was no longer thinking of anything else. If he accepted this black shadow, then revenge would no longer be delayed by time. By becoming the ultimate demon, he could dominate everyone, point his sword at the heavens and the divine realms, and trample upon the three realms of the human world, satisfying his desire for revenge.

That voice continued to urge Liu Yi, saying, “Come to me. We will become the death call of the divine realms. We will avenge everyone. Once we merge, no one will be able to stop us.”

Liu Yi slowly moved forward. His eyes had burned red with hatred. He could no longer think; his hatred had been fully ignited. There was only one path left for him: to abandon love and affection, give up his physical body, and merge with the Nine Nether Demon God to become the ultimate demon. So much hatred made him forget his past friendships. So much hatred prevented him from stopping. An overwhelming amount of hatred left him with no choice, no way back.

Just then, July rushed in front of Liu Yi, stretching out her long, dark arms, shaking her head and crying bitterly. “No, you can’t do this. You have other choices. You must find your own path. Don’t accept him—he’s a devil. If you accept him, you’ll forever become a dead spirit deep in the Nine Nether. Don’t…”

At that moment, the ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword at Liu Yi’s waist began to tremble violently, as if trying to convey something. After all, ‘Sorrowful Dream’ was the transformation of the Dragon Emperor, the strongest guardian beast created by Pangu thousands of years ago. The sorrow within the sword was the accumulated soul of the Dragon Emperor over thousands of years. The ‘Four Styles of Sorrow’ were not techniques but the sword’s intent—only by feeling the Dragon Emperor’s sorrow could one wield this intent.

Liu Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if the sword at his waist had sensed something ominous. Yet the voice continued, shouting, “Kill her! She’s stopping you from avenging yourself! Kill her! She shouldn’t be in your presence! Use your sword to kill her! Our merger is the true choice…”

The repeated cries of “Kill her!” echoed in Liu Yi’s ears. With red eyes, he stared at July and said coldly and angrily, “Get out of the way.”

July stood in front of Liu Yi, shaking her head gently and responding in a voice filled with despair, “No, unless I die and you step on my corpse. Scholar, wake up! Don’t choose the wrong path—you’ll regret it for eternity!”
A red glow flashed in Liu Yi’s eyes, as if he had regained clarity. At that moment, the voice spoke again, “Don’t you want to seek revenge? Think of your deceased loved ones, think of the blood that flowed like rivers, think of their cold corpses. You once had a warm home, but now you have nothing. Think of the one you loved—think of Jiliel. She loved you so much, but now she’s dead, killed by those ignorant people. It was they who prevented you from going to the ends of the world with her. Shouldn’t you avenge them? Come, kill the person before you and come to me. Let us merge and make them regret it.”
Gradually, Liu Yi drew his sword. The three-foot-long blade radiated endless sorrow, trembling constantly. The Dragon Emperor was reacting, but he couldn’t defy his master…
July’s gaze was almost desperate; her tears seemed to have dried up. She looked at Liu Yi and simply shook her head, saying, “Scholar, think of what Jiliel would say, think of what she told you. In another world, she surely wouldn’t want you to take this path. You must wake up—don’t make another mistake.”
“Scholar, if one day Jiliel dies, please don’t grieve… Look at this warm sunlight, this vast sky, these flowers falling like snow. Listen to the wind and smell the fragrance. The world is still wonderful. Her departure hasn’t taken away your world. Please bury Jiliel deep in your memories, will you?”
The voice seemed as if Jiliel were appearing before him again, repeating those words from years ago, so clearly… A red glow flashed, and the trembling ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword did not pierce July’s heart. Perhaps the sword knew July shouldn’t die; it only pierced her left shoulder blade.
Liu Yi stared at July, the red glow in his eyes growing stronger. “Will you let me or not?”
July firmly shook her head. “No, unless I die and you step on my corpse.” Blood kept flowing from her shoulder. She no longer felt pain, for her heart ached even more—that pain had completely overshadowed the physical wound. She repeated her words once again, but now all she could feel was sorrow and despair…
July didn’t back down. Instead, she straightened her body and rushed forward. The long blade of the ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword pierced through her body. In agony, July wrapped her arms tightly around Liu Yi, pulling them both downward with force…
Holding onto Liu Yi, July didn’t let go. She shook her head in despair, shedding tears of sorrow. Those tears gently fell on Liu Yi’s face, cold as ice…

The words spoken in July were no longer complete; in pain, he said, “I… I beg you, stop hurting others. You have friends—think of them. The Wolf King, the Top Ten, the Great Sword King, Ah Jiu, and Shui Er. You have your own path to walk, and there are people following you. Don’t go down the wrong path anymore. Wake up… I beg you.” Tears kept falling on Liu Yi’s face—cold and sour in taste.

“Ten years have passed. Do you know how much my heart hurts? Do you know how terrified I am? I don’t expect any return for my love for you, but do you even realize how heavy that love is in my heart? I beg you, don’t go wrong. If you become the devil among devils, you’ll no longer be yourself.”

The cold tears kept falling, and the red light in Liu Yi’s eyes gradually faded. All he could think of was one sentence: “Do you know how much my heart hurts? Do you know how terrified I am? I don’t expect any return for my love for you, but do you even realize how heavy that love is in my heart?” Those words that filled him with sorrow, those words overshadowed by hatred… brought him to his senses.

Perhaps hatred is a terrifying thing that can make people lose their reason, but there’s something even more terrifying than hatred—true love. It can drown out that hatred…