Chapter 119
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Chapter 119: This Person Cannot Stay
The name Nie Zheng remained the most terrifying word burned into Ning Rui’s consciousness through multiple lifetimes. That single name signaled calamity, for the apocalyptic events he’d endured thrice over all traced back to a cataclysmic battle between Nie Zheng and another cultivator at Heaven’s Sacred Mountain.
As the largest mountain range in the Western Region, Heaven’s Sacred Mountain held legends of an ancient Saint’s emergence. Yet its harsh climate kept the area sparsely populated. Immortal sects initially dismissed the battle’s significance even after learning the entire mountain had been leveled – they merely marveled at cultivators reaching such God Transformation-level power.
The true horror emerged gradually. Mortal towns near the Western Region first reported their spiritual ponds drying up, populations dwindling. This spread south and north as more ponds vanished, until black mist began seeping from the empty basins. Unaffected by spellcasting, the creeping mist withered plant life and consumed villagers whole.
When sects finally investigated, they recoiled at the truth – this was Demonic Energy, already rooted beyond expulsion. Tracing its origin led back to Heaven’s Sacred Mountain, now spewing corruption that had claimed half the Western Region. Demon tribes poured through, their cultivation rivaling Immortals. Sect defenses crumbled until Zhen Yan Sect and the Divine Clan intervened, barely repelling the invasion.
Only then did sects understand the mountain’s true purpose – a Saint had sealed the boundary between realms there. Nie Zheng’s battle shattered the terrain, weakening the seal until demonic forces broke through. Those three apocalypses Ning Rui endured? All stemmed from this man’s recklessness.
In past lives, Ning Rui’s lowly Qi Refinement cultivation rendered him powerless – a minor disciple who couldn’t even confirm Nie Zheng’s status after the man vanished post-battle. Now, facing the architect of armageddon decades early, fury ignited Ning Rui’s core.
Nie Zheng blinked as a storage bag struck his face. "Friend, is this about when I knocked you unconscious? I truly-"
"Forgive?!" Ning Rui’s sword cleared its sheath with a shriek. "Forgive you my foot!"
Three deaths. Three apocalypses. His blade arced toward Nie Zheng’s throat.
"Wait!" Nie Zheng stumbled back as Ling Qi’s spell deflected the strike. The elder gripped Ning Rui’s shoulder. "We haven’t settled the spirit stones debt!"
"He’s poison!" Ning Rui writhed against Ling Qi’s restraint, murderous intent radiating. "Let me end this! Unless we kill him now, he’ll destroy the Immortal Blessing Continent!"
Bafflement creased Ling Qi’s brow. "For injuring you and damaging the Spirit Gathering Pool? We agreed on reparations, not execution."
"Not that! What comes after! He’s not even human!"
Nie Zheng winced. Technically true – he was Immortal, not mortal – but the accusation stung.
Ning Rui whirled toward You You. "Sect Master! He’ll bring ruin in a hundred years! We must-"
"I came to prevent disaster!" Nie Zheng protested.
"Lies!" Spittle flew from Ning Rui’s lips. "I saw it! Three lifetimes of ashes!"
You You’s eyes narrowed. "Future sect destruction? Including your previous lives’?"
"Both of them! And the…" Ning Rui froze, blood draining from his face.
"Oh." You You nodded. "Ling Qi, escort our guest out."
As the hall emptied, You You pinned the trembling disciple with her gaze.
"Ning Rui. You’re reincarnated, aren’t you?"
Thud. His knees hit stone.
