Chapter 295: [The Top of the Dead and the Living] Martyrdom is Hard to Return to

In front of them is a bridge.

The bridge is built out from the edge of the cliff and stretches towards the end of the sky. At the far end, there is a stone gate that hangs in the sky, the size of which is impossible to gauge with the naked eye, standing in the clouds, the scarlet flames around it unquenchable by the thunder and lightning and the rain.

"Do you remember when you told us that a long time ago, when the demons were in turmoil, Gouchen Shanggong assisted Fuxi in eliminating the demon invaders and expelling them from the earth, hoping that they would stop."

Fairy Tramper, looking at the magnificent stone gate in the distance, said, "The Devil was defeated and fled with his armour. When he returned to the demon realm, he was so ashamed of his defeat that he ordered all the gates to the earth to be sealed off from the mundane world."

After a pause, he continued, "But there are no absolutes, and just in case, the devil still left one last opening in front of him."

A thunderclap and a lightning bolt.

"The Gate of Martyrdom."

But Chu Wanning's eyes were not on the Gate of Martyrdom, he had been staring at the Tongtian bridge that linked the Magic Kingdom to the back of the Mountain of the Dead almost since he arrived here.

At the sight of the bridge he was first surprised, then his face turned white, and in the end his whole being looked broken, almost madly broken, as a result.

He jerked his head: " Mo Weiyu, you're crazy about this bridge"

"This bridge is so spectacular." Clearly taking in Chu Wanning's reaction, Fairy Tramper still smiled slightly, lifting her eyes and asking knowingly, "What's wrong with you that you don't like it?"

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The five-foot wide bridge in front of us has not been built with a single piece of wood or a single nail. From beginning to end, it is made of the body of a man.

The corpses were stacked one on top of another, hanging high in the sky, stretching and overlapping to form a bridge of the dead that could not be seen. The corpses, male and female, old and young, were as dense as ants, leading to the magnificent gate of the demon world. It was impossible to estimate how many there were.

"Since it is the gate of martyrdom, there must be a way of martyrdom."

Fairy Tramper looked as if the dead bodies were no different from stones picked up from the roadside or stakes felled in the woods. Then he blew his whistle and a bright blue light suddenly lit up on the far side of the long bridge, as if something was racing towards them from the far end.

"In fact there are some secret stories about the demon world that the Master is not aware of." Fairy Tramper finished this and turned her head to Chu Wanning and smiled, "If you don't mind, I will talk to Master about it."

Chu Wanning :""

"The Master only knew that Gouchen Shanggong had defected and created the first sword in heaven and earth for Fuxi during the battle between Fuxi and the Devil. But he did not know that the Demon Lord later bore a grudge for this and deliberately took revenge on Gouchen Shanggong. Although he could do nothing against the Lord of All Soldiers, he was able to inflict punishment on Gouchen's people. So after the battle he banished them all from the demon world."

Fairy Tramper's voice was low and slow as she looked up her sleeve at the distant line of ethereal blue light.

"The devil race has had overbearing spiritual power since ancient times. It is because of this powerful bloodline that makes them physically exhausted, and only by constantly feeding on the grains and fish grown in the Demon Realm can they feed their spiritual cores to flow properly."

"After the Gouchen Shanggong's mother clan had strayed to earth, their spiritual nuclei gradually began to shrink and mutate because they had been deprived of suitable food for a long time, and eventually most of them became useless. The only thing that remained in them was their flesh, which was suitable for cultivation and breeding."

At this point Fairy Tramper paused and turned back to Chu Wanning: "You should know, Master, the origin of the Gouchen mother race."

""Even though he didn't want to answer, the matter was so important that Chu Wanning was silent for a moment and said through clenched teeth, "The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat."

"Nice." Fairy Tramper applauded and laughed, "The very Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat."

"The Butterfly Bone Beauty XI was also an extremely strong demon race, and the demon had evolved a furnace physique over the long years in order to pass on the family line. Originally, a body suitable for dual cultivation and a powerful spirit core would have allowed them to have a long succession of children, one generation stronger than the next. But when the gates of the demon world closed, they were no longer supplied with spiritual energy, so the powerful spirit cores ceased to exist and they were left with spirit-rich bodies."

"Of course." As if remembering someone, Fairy Tramper's dark eyes seemed to darken for a moment, "and the exceptional looks that come with the demon race."

Chu Wanning knows all this without him saying anything.

There are only two ways to think of the Beauty Seat in the Xianxia world: meat to eat and a double cultivation censer to sleep on.

The previous Xuan Yuan auction, where Song Qiutong was used as an auction item, was this not the reason why even a reasonable person like Jiang Xi would not treat the Beauty Seat as a living person, let alone other cultivators who were already of bad character.

"A pretty face and a seductive body are the icing on the cake when it comes to strong people." Fairy Tramper said, glancing seemingly at Chu Wanning.

After a moment, he continued, "But these two things, if they appear in the weak, are the bird's feather in the snow and the white fox in the night. They are bound to be violated and slaughtered."

The line of blue light in the distance is still slowly approaching, closer

Fairy Tramper says: "At first the Butterflybones retained their demonic power and were able to live with mortals. But slowly, the power grew weaker and weaker, and eventually it was almost completely annihilated. As you and I can see, in those early days, when the flesh was weak and the flesh was strong, the pure Butterflybone Beauty Seats were soon extinct. The remaining ones had to conceal their identities in order to save themselves."

"How to conceal it."

"Well, this is the first time you have asked this throne something since we met." Fairy Tramper rolled her eyes and said lightly, "It's actually quite simple, you should remember that when Song Qiutong cries, the tears are golden. This is a characteristic of the demon race, to conceal your identity, just don't shed tears."

Chu Wanning did not say anything.

Not shedding tears is easier said than done, but it's not really an easy task.

The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats were born with stunning looks, all of which stand out from the crowd. If suspicion is aroused, the monks have all the means to force them to tears.

"Those who were not discovered survived, some of them lived in seclusion in the mountains and some chose to marry mortals. If they follow the devil, it is very difficult for the child to control itself, and when tears of anguish fall and are seen to be golden, then both the adult and the child will be plagued by disaster. If they follow the devil, there is nothing to be happy about, for the devil's blood is still in their bodies, and there is no telling which generation will give birth to another butterfly-bone beauty seat."

Hearing him say this, Chu Wanning suddenly remembered someone and frowned slightly as he said three words.

"Song Xingyi"

"Oh, Song Xing Yi, the Djinn of Hua Bi from a few hundred years ago." Fairy Tramper nodded, "That's right, in the process of breeding and having children, there are occasionally extremely lucky children who are exactly like ordinary people, who cry tears that aren't golden, whose bodies don't have obvious stovepipe qualities, and who can even quickly form spirit nuclei because their bloodlines are mixed just right, and whose spiritual power is no less dominant than that of pure demons. But this possibility is minuscule, thousands of years have passed, and the number of Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats that have reached the ability of a clan master can be counted on one hand."

He said, and held out five narrow fingers of his own, waving them in front of his eyes with some mockery and seeming amusement.

After a while, he continued, "So, faced with such a precarious situation, many Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats are thinking of going back to the Demon World. As long as they go back, they no longer have to live a life of fear and never shed a tear in their lives, and no longer have to worry about being sold as a furnace or dismantled for soup. In those years of war when people were frantically looking for beauty mats to make a living, they would not have to scratch their faces and worry that their pretty skins would get them killed."

He spoke slowly for so long that a blue light was at last dimly visible in the distance, and it seemed that five horses were pulling a carriage as it sped down the road of martyrdom.

Fairy Tramper said, "However, it is not so easy to return to the Demon World. In his eyes, Gouchen Shanggong is a traitor to the Gods. In his eyes, Gouchen Shanggong was a traitor and had rebelled against the Gods. Therefore, the Gouchen lineage should be dragged down to the nine clans for generations to come. He certainly did not want to allow the fallen Beauty Seats to return to their homeland."

""

The rain is still rushing down and the earth is wet and damp.

Fairy Tramper looked at the carriage as it approached from a distance, and only after a long time did she continue, "It was not until the first demon had been annihilated and the second had succeeded that the new emperor was slightly relieved."

Chu Wanning's eyes twitched slightly: "He allowed the Beauty Seat to return to the demon world."

"Allowed." Fairy Tramper smiled, "But, as the Master has seen, he has set up a heavenly barrier that cannot be crossed without the use of forbidden magic. If those beauty seats wish to return home, they must do this."

Chu Wanning's heart tightened as he vaguely understood what was going on.

Fairy Tramper pointed a scattered hand across the Bridge of the Sea of Corpses before her and said, "Look at the path of martyrdom before you here. It is the only bridge that connects the entrance to the demon world with the earth, and this bridge must be built slowly downwards by the voluntary sacrifice of the living."

He hemmed and hawed, "A dead man willing to sacrifice his life to pave the way for others is lucky to find one, to find five is great luck, to find a hundred is called hell. Who in their right mind would volunteer to die for the sake of the devil's heir back home"

Chu Wanning raised his eyes, "So, know the game of Zhenlong."

Fairy Tramper didn't expect him to answer, and froze for a moment before revealing her moribund teeth, "Good."

He turned his head to look at the magnificent path of martyrdom, and the pupils of his eyes gradually narrowed, "These are the people whom this throne has confused with the Zhenlong game of chess over the years, and made them willingly sacrifice themselves."

"How many people have you killed."

Fairy Tramper rolled her eyes, her dark purple pupils staring at him hauntingly, for a long moment before spitting out two words, "All."

""

"Almost all of them."

The bridge in front of me seemed endless, boundless, the rainstorm as if everything was quiet, and as if everywhere there were evil spirits screaming and crying and roaring hoarsely and begging for mercy.

Chu Wanning shuddered.

"Do you know how long this bridge is," said Fairy Tramper calmly, without waiting for Chu Wanning's answer, "I have killed almost all the people on this red earth, and there are not even ten thousand left alive. But this bridge is only half full, and even if we killed the last ten thousand, we would not be able to fill it."

"" Chu Wanning, almost toothy, "So, to open the gates of life and death in time and space"

"You always come up with the worst answers at once." Fairy Tramper said lightly, "Good, one would have to open the Time Life and Death Gate and get enough Zhenlong pieces from the other earthly world to finish the path."

The rain cascaded over the boundary between the two men, and they stared at each other, brown eyes staring into purple and black, and finally thunder broke through the air accompanied by Chu Wanning's almost furious curses

"You're all just crazy."

Fairy Tramper curled a mere sneer into the purple lightning: "I knew you would react like this." He said, turning his gaze away from the carriage as it approached, gradually making out the finer details of its appearance.

"Time gate, Zhenlong chess." He paused, "and preferably a rebirth spell. When someone does all of these, the gates of the demon world will open again. They can all rejoin their homeland."

"" Chu Wanning was trembling, anger and horror almost rendering him unable to say anything.

"You must be asking why these forbidden arts had to be broken before the Demonfather allowed them to return home." Fairy Tramper looked lightly at the approaching caravan with rare kindness, "It's actually quite simple. The three forbidden arts, created by Gouchen Shanggong, represent the Demon's once Tongtian ability to penetrate the earth, but in the end they were seen as a source of disaster by Gouchen, who asked Fuxi to forbid them and break the scrolls of secret arts in pieces."

He paused briefly, then continued, "The Beauty Seat clan, having been sinned against by Gouchen, should naturally also show their determination to stand against Gouchen, to break with it once and for all. They must stand against Gouchen Shanggong and offend the might of Fuxi Heaven in order to be forgiven by the Demon Realm."

Suddenly, with a long neigh, the five devilish horses broke out from the flames of the Martyrdom Road and, against the miserable wind and rain of the earth, raised their heads in a mighty manner and stationed themselves in front of the bridge.

Fairy Tramper, black robes flying, advances and strokes a skeleton-brained celestial horse, sideways glance to Chu Wanning: "Breaking the forbidden arts, defying Gouchen Shanggong and vowing to be an enemy of Fuxi. Fang is worthy of being the heir of the demon race. All Hua Binan's plans are for the Beauty Seat, do you understand?