The Last Immortal

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five

“I killed Lan Feng. What can you do about it?” Outside the Nine Nether Purgatory atop Purple Moon Mountain, the figure wearing Chang Qin’s face gazed at Yuan Qi with casual malice, her eyes and brows brimming with delight.

“Nothing much,” Yuan Qi replied indifferently, unmoved by her appearance identical to Chang Qin’s. “You have brought chaos to the Three Realms and committed grave crimes. You deserve death.”

As Yuan Qi spoke, divine power swirled around his Primordial Spirit Sword. Without mercy, he swung the blade toward Qing Li.

Before Qing Li could fully savor the pleasure of appearing in Chang Qin’s form, Yuan Qi’s sword descended upon her. She dodged in surprise, then roared in fury, “Yuan Qi, you brat! How dare you show no mercy! Have you forgotten that I am now Chang Qin?”

Yuan Qi’s eyes darkened. “You are nothing but a body-snatching demon creature. Do not tarnish Tribal Chief Chang Qin’s lifelong reputation.” His sword never ceased its motion. “Only by killing you can we honor Tribal Chief Chang Qin’s spirit in heaven!”

In Yuan Qi’s hands, the Primordial Spirit Sword unleashed its divine power to the fullest. Surging divine energy rushed toward Qing Li, who deflected it with palm strikes. Beneath them, Purple Moon Mountain trembled uneasily under the clash of divine and demonic forces. Yet the hundred thousand Immortal soldiers surrounding the peak did not retreat a single step, tightly sealing the mountain with an Immortal Formation to delay the Demonic Beasts from breaking the seal.

Seeing Yuan Qi show no leniency toward this face, Qing Li’s patience wore thin. Her eyes turned gloomy as she snorted coldly and leaped back abruptly. A dozen God-Slaying Flowers shot from her fingertips, detaching from her body and roaring toward the Immortal soldiers within the formation.

“Yuan Qi, if you care nothing for Chang Qin’s life, then this venerable one will make you watch these Immortal soldiers and generals die beneath my God-Slaying Flowers! Let’s see whether you choose to protect all living beings in this world or the hundred thousand lives before you!”

Beneath the gods, God-Slaying Flowers could devour all things, let alone these Immortal soldiers. Yuan Qi’s expression finally changed. He ceased engaging Qing Li and leaped to the front of the Immortal soldiers’ formation. His Primordial Spirit Sword split into ten sword shadows, entangling with the ten God-Slaying Flowers.

These God-Slaying Flowers were not from the Purgatory but had been Refined and Absorbed within Qing Li’s body, their demonic power greatly diminished compared to the true ones. Yet with the Primordial Spirit Sword divided, its divine power weakened, preventing it from instantly shattering the God-Slaying Flowers. Seeing this, Qing Li’s eyes gleamed with triumph. She flew behind the God-Slaying Flowers, her fingertips twitching as she prepared to manifest more. “Let’s see how many Immortal soldiers you can save alone!”

Before her words faded, a fiery red Demonic Power suddenly descended from the sky, striking her hand. The power was profound and domineering, mangling Qing Li’s wrist until flesh and blood blurred. The half-formed God-Slaying Flower let out a mournful cry and shrank back into her body.

Qing Li stumbled backward, awkwardly dodging the fierce and overwhelming Demonic Power, then sharply looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with shock.

This Demonic Power! It’s him! It’s actually him!

Above the Immortal Formation, nearly a hundred Demon Monarchs stood before the Immortal soldiers. At their forefront was none other than Sen Yu, clad in armor and holding a long halberd. Behind him were the most powerful Demon Monarchs from the Third Heaven of the Demon Realm.

Sen Yu gazed at Chang Qin’s face, now covered with God-Slaying Flower patterns, his resolute eyes icy cold. As soon as the hundred Demon Monarchs appeared, they attacked the ten God-Slaying Flowers. With their aid, the God-Slaying Flowers screamed one by one as they perished beneath Yuan Qi’s sword, their spiritual souls utterly destroyed.

With each God-Slaying Flower destroyed, the God-Slaying Flower mark on Qing Li’s face faded slightly, and the once-arrogant Demonic Power within her gradually diminished.Sen Yu and Yuan Qi finally understood how Qing Li had managed to cultivate Demonic Power surpassing that of a High God in just a thousand years. She had actually absorbed the God-Slaying Flower into her body, using its demonic nature to cultivate her Demonic Power. The thought of Chang Qin’s body being filled with these Demon Creatures, even though Chang Qin was already dead, made Sen Yu unable to suppress his overwhelming anger and hatred toward Qing Li.

Seeing that it was indeed Sen Yu, Qing Li flew into a rage. "Sen Yu, you actually collaborated with the Immortal Tribe! Have you forgotten who killed your father? It was the Immortal Tribe, those hypocritical immortals! By helping them today, you will bring about the destruction of the Demon Tribe at the hands of the Immortals!"

"I haven’t forgotten," Sen Yu interrupted Qing Li, his eyes darkening as he took a step forward and stared intently at her. "But if I don’t kill you today, once the Demonic Beasts of Purgatory emerge from Purple Moon Mountain, the first to be slaughtered will be my Demon Tribe!"

Purple Moon Mountain was within the Demon Realm, and Sen Yu’s words held undeniable truth. Yuan Qi destroyed the last God-Slaying Flower and flew to Sen Yu’s side.

Qing Li swept her wrist with Demonic Power, and the bloody wound instantly healed. She narrowed her eyes at Sen Yu, her expression unreadable. "You want to kill me?"

"Yes."

Qing Li slowly brushed her hand across her face, pushing aside her red hair to reveal a clear, familiar countenance. "Look at who I am. Do you truly intend to kill me?"

As the God-Slaying Flower patterns faded, the contours of that face became even clearer—it was the person Sen Yu had yearned for over a thousand years.

His grip on the long halberd tightened as he met those eyes. "Chang Qin lost her Demon Core and died by your hand a thousand years ago. Qing Li, even if you occupy her body, you will never be her."

These words seemed to strike the deepest, most hidden part of Qing Li’s heart. She abruptly raised her head, her eyes tinged with blood-red. "Do you think she was so virtuous, Sen Yu? The deeds that defied heaven and earth and brought chaos to the mortal realm—we committed them together. I am a Demon, and so was she! Lan Feng was killed by her, Great Marsh Mountain was destroyed by her, and even your elder brother Sen Hong was pierced through the chest by her sword. If you say I am guilty and deserve death, then so does she!"

Both Sen Yu and Yuan Qi were stunned by the madness in Qing Li’s words. Sen Yu looked up in disbelief. "What do you mean? What exactly—"

"She isn’t dead." A sinister, eerie smile spread across Qing Li’s lips, clashing with that heroic face. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Sen Yu. "On the day I seized her Demon Core, I abandoned my own body and took over hers. My Demonic Power reshaped her spiritual core. Sen Yu, Chang Qin is not dead. Her soul has never dissipated, not even for a day."

Qing Li’s voice paused briefly. "However, she is trapped within this body, which is no different from death."

The moment Qing Li uttered these words, a sudden, unnatural struggle flashed across her face. The blood-red Demonic Qi in her eyes abruptly vanished. In that instant, all the sinister and ghostly aura faded from her expression, replaced entirely by guilt and anguish. She opened her mouth and cried out to Sen Yu.

"Sen Yu, kill...!" The short plea was abruptly cut off, and the cold, grim expression returned to Chang Qin’s face.

"After trapping you for a thousand years, you still dare to fight me for control of this body."A thousand years ago, Qing Li seized Chang Qin's Demon Core with the intent to scatter her spiritual soul and disperse her spirit. Yet, to her surprise, the severely wounded Chang Qin merely fell into a deep slumber. Upon awakening, Chang Qin discovered her body had been taken over by Qing Li. Over the years, Chang Qin had continuously attempted to reclaim her body, but Qing Li's Demonic Power was too formidable, and she never succeeded. She could only watch helplessly as Qing Li used her body to commit one atrocity after another. Only when the God-Slaying Flower was destroyed moments ago, causing Qing Li's Demonic Power to plummet, did Chang Qin briefly regain her consciousness.

The alternating faces of Chang Qin and her unfinished cry caused both Sen Yu and Yuan Qi to change expressions simultaneously. They had believed Chang Qin died a thousand years ago when her Demon Core was seized. Even if Qing Li had possessed her body, they assumed it was merely occupying Chang Qin's form, never imagining that Chang Qin's soul had endured a millennium of torment under Qing Li's Demonic Power without dissipating.

"Ah Qin!" At the thought that Chang Qin might still be alive, Sen Yu's expression grew agitated, and he moved to rush toward her, only to be pulled back by Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi shook his head at him, his eyes heavy with sorrow. "Second Prince, she is not merely Chief Chang Qin."

Sen Yu's excited expression faltered, and he stared blankly at Chang Qin, whose eyes now gleamed with a sinister light not far away, his steps halting.

"What's wrong, Sen Yu? Do you still wish to kill me?" Qing Li curled her lips into a smile, seemingly relishing Sen Yu's struggle. "Now, I am her. To kill me is to kill her!"

Seeing Sen Yu grip his halberd tightly without speaking, a complex tenderness flickered in her eyes as she gazed at him. Softly, she whispered, "Sen Yu, believe me, I will not harm the Demon Tribe. Once my army of Demonic Beasts breaks through the Purgatory and returns to the Three Realms, once I annihilate the realms of immortals and ghosts, you shall be the emperor of the Demon Tribe! I will share the supreme throne of the Three Realms with you." She raised her hand, extending a fatal temptation toward Sen Yu. "Come, bring your Demon Tribe army to my side. Once we kill Yuan Qi, the Three Realms will be ours."

Behind the three of them, the roars of Demonic Beasts from the Nine Nether Purgatory grew increasingly distinct, almost as if they could hear Feng Ran's seals being torn apart layer by layer. The hundred thousand immortal soldiers and the lords of the Demon Realm held their breath, watching Sen Yu, uncertain of his decision.

Sen Yu remained silent, his gaze fixed on Chang Qin as deep as the ocean. Finally, he sheathed his halberd and slowly began walking toward Chang Qin's direction.

A triumphant smile curled on Qing Li's lips. Yuan Qi's expression shifted slightly, but he did not stop him.

Sen Yu walked through the air until he stood three steps away from Qing Li. Qing Li's expression grew slightly excited; never since her fall into demonhood had she felt such exhilaration. She almost eagerly reached out to Sen Yu, wanting to pull him to her side.

The moment her hands touched Sen Yu's fingertips, Sen Yu suddenly raised his hand. His halberd, now shrunk to the size of a sword, slashed directly toward Qing Li.

The strike was swift as lightning, infused with nearly all of Sen Yu's strongest Demonic Power. This overwhelming force landed entirely on Qing Li, who let out a piercing scream as she plummeted downward, crashing heavily onto the peak of Purple Moon Mountain. The impact shook the earth, shattering half the mountainside.

Sen Yu pressed his lips tightly together, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the figure buried beneath the rubble on the mountain peak, his hand gripping the halberd trembling uncontrollably.

The spot where Qing Li had fallen on Purple Moon Mountain's peak was as silent as death, as if the blow had scattered her soul and dispersed her spirit. Only Yuan Qi watched the scene with heavy eyes, his grip on the Primordial Spirit Sword tightening rather than loosening.

Just as everyone believed the demon who had wrought evil for a millennium had finally met her end, a strange and fragmented laugh began to drift intermittently from the rubble on the mountain peak."Hehehehehe..." The laughter was filled with the utmost malice of the world, cold and venomous.

"Look, this is the person you waited ten thousand years for in the Third Heaven. This is the Second Prince of the Demon Tribe we both fought over for a lifetime. He wants to kill you, Chang Qin, do you see? When he killed you, he didn't hesitate at all!"

Amidst the shattered and ghostly laughter, a green figure suddenly leaped from the rubble atop the mountain. Surging Demonic Power swept down from the peak toward Sen Yu, at least twice as strong as when she had fought Yuan Qi earlier.

Yuan Qi's expression changed. He threw out the Primordial Spirit Sword to meet the Demonic Power, instantly teleported to Sen Yu's side, and shielded the silent Sen Yu behind him.

With a thunderous crash, Yuan Qi and Sen Yu were forced back several steps by the Demonic Power. Both spat out a mouthful of blood, severely wounded and half-kneeling on the ground. Sen Yu had already exhausted his Demonic Power with his previous move, and after being struck by Qing Li just now, he was at the end of his strength, barely standing only by relying on the spiritual energy of his Demon Core.

As the Demonic Power dissipated, Qing Li stood in mid-air, clad in blood-stained robes, her entire face covered in God-Slaying Flower patterns. Her deep, cold eyes stared fixedly at Sen Yu behind Yuan Qi, no longer carrying any trace of emotion.

A demonic sword materialized at her fingertip, pointing toward the two. "Since you are heartless, why should I hold back? Today, this venerable one will slaughter all the immortals and demons, leaving not a single soul alive on Purple Moon Mountain!"

With Qing Li's words, all restraint vanished. She swung the demonic sword, holding nothing back.

Seeing Qing Li attack, the Demon Monarchs behind the two flew forward to protect them. However, the power of a Demon Monarch was far inferior to that of a Demon God. Under the demonic sword, the Demon Monarchs could only await their deaths. In mere moments, over a dozen Demon Monarchs were brutally slain. Stepping over blood and the corpses of the Demon Monarchs, Qing Li advanced step by step toward Yuan Qi and Sen Yu, whom they had shielded, without even blinking.

Sen Yu's lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes turning blood-red as he watched the scene before him. Gazing at the face he had loved for ten thousand years beneath the God-Slaying Flower patterns, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped Yuan Qi's wrist.

"Divine Lord Yuan Qi, kill this demonic scourge and bring peace to the Three Realms. This is my lifelong wish, and it is also A'Qin's wish."

Yuan Qi abruptly looked up, meeting Sen Yu's resolute eyes.

Before he could respond, Sen Yu suddenly stood up and flew toward the space above the Demon Monarchs. Landing atop them, an earth-shaking tiger's roar erupted, imbued with immense divine demonic power, forcing both sides in the bloody battle to retreat.

Qing Li looked up in a daze, staring at the figure in mid-air, her expression finally changing.

Blazing flames enveloped Sen Yu's entire body, and a massive tiger emblem materialized in the air behind him.

Instantly elevating Spiritual Power to achieve Divine Transformation—only one person in tens of thousands of years across the Three Realms had ever accomplished this.

And she, of all people, had witnessed it with her own eyes.

The former Second Prince of the Immortal Tribe, Jing Jian, had used the power of Divine Dissolution to attain Divine Attainment, guarding the gates of the Immortal Realm until his body and spirit were utterly destroyed, turning to dust!

An indescribable sorrow and pain flickered deep within Qing Li's eyes. It was not just her own emotion but also belonged to the soul imprisoned within this body, slumbering for a thousand years.

"You actually..." Qing Li's lips moved slightly.

"A'Qin." The figure amidst the flames in mid-air suddenly spoke. He gazed quietly at Qing Li, his eyes gentle as he called to her, "I know you are here."

Qing Li frowned. For the first time, she could not fully control the emotions of this body. Chang Qin's fragmented soul within was slowly beginning to awaken."I'm sorry, I knew nothing, leaving you to endure such a desolate thousand years alone." Sen Yu suddenly reached out toward Qing Li's direction.

"Do you remember what I said to you the year I led the army to battle, before I left?"

Qing Li froze in place; she did not know.

But Chang Qin knew.

Ten thousand years ago, when Sen Yu led the army to war, it was a bloody battle where life and death were uncertain. Before leaving, he said to Chang Qin: If he returned alive, they would marry; if he died on the battlefield, his soul would never fade, forever staying by Chang Qin's side.

For that one promise, Chang Qin waited in the Third Heaven for ten thousand years.

And the outcome? Chang Qin waited ten thousand years, only for Sen Yu to break his vow and marry another. From that day on, their tens of thousands of years of affection and companionship became Chang Qin's most agonizing torment.

Chang Qin gazed at the figure in the flames, silent for a long time.

"Sen Yu of the Demon Tribe!" In the flames, the figure looked up to the sky, and a voice suddenly rang out.

"In my life, I have committed great sins, unforgivable in body. Today, I respectfully declare to heaven and earth, willing to sacrifice myself to vanquish the Demon, for but one wish."

He lowered his head, looking toward Chang Qin's direction, his vast and serene voice gradually softening. "By all the gods and buddhas above, may my spiritual soul never perish, forever remaining by the side of the one I love."

The sky above Purple Moon Mountain seemed shaken by these words, and Qing Li's hand holding the demon sword trembled imperceptibly.

"Ah Qin, wake up! Today is our final battle!"

Suddenly, the voice ceased. Before anyone could react, Sen Yu in the flames let out a long roar, thrusting his halberd toward Qing Li's chest at an unimaginable speed.

Though influenced by Chang Qin's soul, Qing Li's Demonic Power was still formidable. With solemn eyes, she raised her head and met Sen Yu's halberd with her demon sword.

With a thunderous crash, the demon sword shattered the halberd, piercing through the protective flames and stabbing into Sen Yu's chest.

Gasps of shock echoed above Purple Moon Mountain.

How could this be? Sen Yu had clearly achieved Divine Transformation! He couldn't possibly die so easily by her sword!

Qing Li's hand holding the demon sword paused as she suddenly sensed something amiss and tried to withdraw the blade. At that moment, a figure tightly embraced her from behind. This familiar yet unfamiliar embrace caused Qing Li's icy emotions to hesitate for an instant. Regaining her senses, she pulled out the demon sword to strike the person behind her. In that moment of hesitation, a halberd pierced through her chest from behind.

This time, before the immortal-demon formation, there were not only gasps of shock but also breaths of disbelief.

Qing Li's hand holding the demon sword froze as she stared incredulously at the halberd protruding from her chest.

The halberd had shattered her Demon Core, yet it had pierced through her from behind.

He would rather kill three people than think of surviving together.

In that instant, a trace of Qing Li's own sorrow finally flickered in those fiery red eyes.

"Do you think killing yourself and Chang Qin is enough?" A voice as if from the netherworld sounded before Sen Yu.

"I will not die. Even if my Demon Core is shattered, as long as my soul remains unextinguished, I will never die!" Qing Li struggled to turn her head, looking at Sen Yu who held her tightly from behind. She raised a hand to brush over his blood-stained face. "Once you die, from now on, no one in this world will be able to stop me!"

A dark aura slowly drifted from Chang Qin's forehead, and the God-Slaying Flower pattern on her face rapidly faded.

Sen Yu, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, called out, "Ah Qin! Stop her!"The moment he spoke, the escaping dark aura was abruptly cut off. Chang Qin's gentle face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage.

"You dare stop me! How dare you stop me!"

Her features contorted between savagery and calm, until finally serenity gained the upper hand amidst the constant shifts.

The blood-soaked tribal chief of the Fox race reached back and embraced the person behind her, driving the long halberd deeper, shattering the Demon Core further. Sen Yu suddenly understood who stood before him. Trembling violently, he tightly covered her wound, choked with sobs, unable to utter a single word.

"Ah Yu, I remember what you said back then. I remembered it before, I remember it now, and I will remember it through all lifetimes."

Two pairs of slender hands clasped tightly together. Chang Qin's eyes slowly closed, her voice fading away as the dark aura at her forehead began to seep out once more.

Sen Yu abruptly looked up and shouted toward the distance, "Divine Lord Yuan Qi!"

His cry ceased as a blinding white light streaked across the sky. The Primordial Spirit Sword wreathed in flames plunged straight into the Demon Core in Chang Qin's chest. White flames ignited her and Sen Yu, their bodies instantly transforming into an ashen sea of fire.

Primordial Chaos Power was the only Divine Power in this world capable of burning souls. Only by destroying Qing Li's soul could she truly be killed.

But killing her meant killing both Chang Qin and Sen Yu.

The Primordial Spirit Sword slowly withdrew from the Fox race tribal chief's body. The white-robed Divine Lord holding the sword, now stained with blood, closed his eyes.

Across heaven and earth, wind and clouds abruptly stilled, the scene so tragic it brought utter silence.

Behind him lay a field of dust—the entanglements of grudges and grievances spanning ten thousand years reduced to ashes.

Suddenly, a tearing sound echoed through the air. The Barrier sealing the ancient Demonic Beasts within Purple Moon Mountain had finally cracked open its first breach.