TBOUMTBDK Chapter 49

He really couldn’t bear to part with this person. Why was he so good?

Why did he discover he was even better just as he was about to leave?

But, things were already arranged, and too many people were involved.

It seemed like… he had no way out.

“Your Venerable, you…” Yun Xia’s voice was hoarse, wanting to ask him, “Do you like me?”

But he knew without even asking that the Demon Lord definitely liked him.

He knew that this man had never treated anyone else the way he treated him. Yun Xia knew he could be said to be the only one who had ever received these things from the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord definitely had affection for him.

So he opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t ask the question, because he didn’t know what to do afterward, and didn’t want to ruin the current atmosphere.

The Demon Lord raised his chin and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Yun Xia stared fixedly at him, his eyes glistening with tears.

The Demon Lord paused, and just as he was about to speak, Yun Xia suddenly placed his hand on his shoulder, and then slowly, gradually slid it down until it rested on his chest.

It was quiet and still here, without a sound.

This place would beat in everyone, but the Demon Lord’s didn’t. If you ignored his body temperature, the Demon Lord’s body was practically like a puppet.

Only puppets could continue to live without a heart, and some advanced puppets could even retain a part of their consciousness from when they were alive.

Yun Xia pressed his palm firmly against it, as if stubbornly, desperately wanting to hear some movement inside.

But there was none, no meant no.

The Demon Lord watched his actions, somewhat puzzled, and said, “What are you thinking about?”

Yun Xia gave a bleak smile, a smile that definitely wasn’t pretty, but he still tried to smile as he said, “I just… I just feel sorry for you.”

The Demon Lord frowned, “Feel sorry for me? Why?”

If it had been the former him, he probably would have found it laughable. He, the dignified Demon Lord, had everything, could get anything he wanted, so why would he need a weak immortal cultivator to feel sorry for him?

But Mo Jun Zhou at this moment didn’t. Instead, he looked seriously at Yun Xia, waiting for him to say the answer.

Yun Xia suddenly hugged him tightly, their bodies pressed together, without a single gap.

Yun Xia said, “Everyone else has a heartbeat, but you don’t. If… if you hadn’t cultivated the Black Lotus back then…”

He was somewhat dazed, but immediately snapped back to his senses, shaking his head as he said, “I’m talking nonsense, don’t take it to heart. The Black Lotus is something you cultivated with countless time and effort, and it’s helped you a lot.”

“I just… I just wish you could have a heartbeat.”

His words were a little strange. The Demon Lord didn’t understand why he would think that way.

Ever since he began cultivating, he had never felt that there was anything wrong with not having a heartbeat. He still lived well, still the one whom everyone in the Three Realms feared and dreaded the most.

How was he different from others?

But since Yun Xia said it this way, he must have his reasons.

He didn’t ask any further, wrapping his arms around Yun Xia’s waist, waiting for him to continue.

But Yun Xia didn’t speak, pressing himself even deeper into the Demon Lord’s embrace.

The thin clothes couldn’t stop the transfer of body heat. Yun Xia was imbued with the Demon Lord’s aura, his scent.

And Yun Xia’s heartbeat also transmitted over, bumping against the Demon Lord’s body, thump, thump, thump…

Beat after beat, strike after strike.

Full of vitality.

The Demon Lord lowered his head in a daze. This feeling mistakenly made him believe that it was his own heartbeat.

Yun Xia wanted him to have this feeling? It was indeed full of vitality. As long as he was alive, this sound would never stop, and he could hear it whenever he wanted.

So, was this a sound reminding himself that he was still alive?

The man was rarely a little confused.

His palm was pressed against Yun Xia’s back, right over his heart.

The handsome man slowly raised his hand, staring at his palm, for the first time recalling what he felt when he personally extinguished his heart’s vitality.

It seemed like there was nothing special. He had no way out at that time, he could only continue to become stronger, and only by becoming stronger could he protect his things.

And if he wanted to become stronger, he could only do that.

The Demon Lord thought for a moment, then lowered his head and said to Yun Xia, “Do you want to see it?”

Yun Xia was still immersed in his own thoughts, and said, “What?”

“Do you want to see the moment when I extinguished my heart’s vitality? Although it’s already in the past.”

Yun Xia suddenly widened his eyes. The moment he extinguished his heart’s vitality?

That was… the day the Demon Lord’s heart stopped beating forever…?

Yun Xia’s breathing became rapid. He straightened up, his hands still grabbing the Demon Lord’s arm, completely unaware that he was squeezing him with great force.

But the Demon Lord didn’t remind him, as if he didn’t know.

“You want me to have a heartbeat again, to be like a normal person? I can show you what I did when I had a heartbeat.”

Yun Xia stared blankly at him, not expecting the Demon Lord to say this. It probably wasn’t a good memory.

He nodded vigorously.

“It might be a little scary, don’t be afraid, just keep moving forward.”

The Demon Lord gently raised his finger and tapped it lightly on his forehead.

The next moment, Yun Xia’s surroundings changed, no longer the window of the inn, not even in the Holy City, but in a thick fog.

He quickly looked around.

The fog here was very thick, so thick that he couldn’t see anything five meters away. Underneath his feet was dry land, and some of the more tenacious grasses still had some withered stalks left, but they crumbled into ash when stepped on.

It seemed like they had been burned?

There was no one around. Yun Xia rubbed his arms and boldly walked forward.

But he walked for a long time, and there was nothing, only barren, desolate land, and thick fog.

He didn’t even know if he was going the wrong way.

The ground under his feet was cracked, and he almost fell several times because he didn’t step firmly. The more he walked, the colder his heart became.

Could he really get out of this place? The front, back, left, and right were all the same, with absolutely no sense of direction, and the air carried a burnt smell. The smell was very indescribable, and Yun Xia covered his nose, feeling a little disgusted for some reason.

Suddenly, he finally saw something else. It was a long, black shadow, and it was quite large. Yun Xia quickly took two steps forward and squatted down to look.

This look directly startled him, and he sat back on the ground.

It was a human corpse, a charred corpse.

Yun Xia swallowed hard, not daring to look again. Realizing something, he got up and ran forward.

He saw charred corpses lying on the ground one by one. Then, the corpses appeared one by one, becoming more and more numerous and dense, two piled together, three or five stacked together, twisted limbs, broken limbs.

Ghastly limbs.

Even if he couldn’t see their faces, Yun Xia could see their despair and pain before they died from these limbs.

In the end, Yun Xia stood blankly in front of a huge pile of corpses tens of meters high, trembling all over, almost unable to move.

Here, unlike the edges, the overwhelming thick smell swallowed him, as well as the aura of despair.

Yun Xia felt like he was standing in hell.

He finally knew what this place was. This was a battlefield, just one of the battlefields from many years ago.

Then where was the Demon Lord? Where was Mo Jun Zhou?

His heart ached fiercely. He bit his lip hard, and the pain awakened his limbs, and he lifted his feet and ran.

This was the center of the battlefield, full of terrible scenes. The fog had lessened a lot, and the visibility was much better. Yun Xia never knew that corpses alone could form such a shocking sight, not just the appearance, but also the terrifying atmosphere that remained on the battlefield.

It made people feel like they wanted to leave immediately, even find a place to bury themselves, even if they knew there was no danger.

As long as they weren’t in this desperate environment.

There wasn’t a single living person.

This was the first time Yun Xia had seen so many terrible corpses with his own eyes. He suppressed his trembling, opened his mouth, wanting to call out to Mo Jun Zhou, but then he remembered that this was just a fragment of a past memory, and the people here wouldn’t be affected by him, so he clenched his teeth tightly again.

He didn’t know how long had passed, but just when he was about to give up, he finally found the person he was looking for in the center of an open space surrounded by mountains of corpses.

Yun Xia stared blankly at the back of the young man, his eyes filled with shock. He called out softly, “Mo Jun Zhou?”

The other person didn’t turn around, nor could he turn around.

Yun Xia only paused for a moment before going around to the front of the young man, seeing a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

It was the Demon Lord’s youth.

Even though his face was covered in dust and blood, one could still see that he was an extremely delicate and beautiful young man.

The young Mo Jun Zhou knelt on the ground, his eyes empty and numb, making one’s heart ache, wanting to hug him into their arms.

Yun Xia also knelt on the ground, just looking at him like that.

He never expected that the one who extinguished his own heart’s vitality was his young self. So he had done it so long ago.

What the Demon Lord had experienced was far more than Yun Xia imagined, even beyond his imagination.

But such a person was so gentle and considerate to him.

Yun Xia’s throat tightened, and he stared unblinkingly at the person in front of him, wanting to engrave him in his mind.

He didn’t know how long had passed, but the young Mo Jun Zhou’s body trembled. Suddenly, red lotus flowers bloomed on the ground, as red as if they were condensed from fresh blood.

Yun Xia’s pupils constricted, and he reflexively wanted to jump up, but quickly remembered that this was just an illusion, so he sat back down.

The red lotus flowers didn’t just bloom nearby, but even the distant corpses were covered with them, forming a sea of ​​blood-colored corpses as far as the eye could see, making Yun Xia’s hair stand on end.

It was indeed beautiful, but it was also truly terrifying.

Mo Jun Zhou seemed to have used up all of his strength at once, suddenly coughing twice and falling to the ground, one hand propping up his head, his throat making a hoarse whimper.

Yun Xia looked at him, his heart also aching with every twitch.

If… if he could have transmigrated earlier…

Yun Xia thought sadly, that with his ability, he probably couldn’t be the one to save Mo Jun Zhou.

He wasn’t as amazing as the protagonists in other transmigration novels, with such high talent and such strong abilities. He was just a very ordinary person, without even a golden finger.

Having transmigrated for so long, he could only rely on the Demon Lord, borrowing the Demon Lord’s light to look so impressive.

What did he actually have?

Oh, he did have one thing, the Phoenix Rainbow Immortal Sword, but nothing else.

Even after cultivating for so long, his cultivation base had only improved a little bit.

Looking at the lonely and painful back in front of him, Yun Xia’s eyes turned red.

If he had the chance, he really wanted to hug him.

He only knew that the Demon Lord was once a God of War, an unstoppable Demon King, but now Yun Xia recalled that he had become famous as a God of War very early on, as early as… when he was still a teenager.

So before that, he had experienced so much pain, witnessed the deaths of countless comrades, and cried bitterly over countless corpses.

As a big boss, the book only described his terrifying side, but the events before that could only be known after understanding him deeply.

He always thought that the Demon Lord was powerful and omnipotent, but he never thought that he also had painful torment and helpless sides.

Just as Yun Xia’s vision blurred, Mo Jun Zhou suddenly moved, and Yun Xia quickly wiped away his tears and looked over.

He saw Mo Jun Zhou straighten up, his face actually regaining its calmness. Perhaps because he had released most of his Demonic Chi at once, he was a little weak. He looked around.

Then, he pressed his hand over his heart, where his heart had never stopped beating.

But he only closed his eyes and thought carefully for a moment, then, before Yun Xia could react, he unhesitatingly inserted his hand into his chest, grabbing the heart that was still beating at the time.

“Mo Jun Zhou!” Yun Xia instinctively reached out to grab his hand, but he couldn’t touch him at all. His hand passed directly through the body in front of him.

The young man’s expression was cold, very firm, as if he was acting on not his own heart, but someone else’s, an insignificant heart.

Then, he pulled out his five fingers, but no blood splattered out. The young man’s blood-stained fingers drew an extremely complex symbol in the air. Then, the sky suddenly darkened, as if an extremely powerful formation had been activated. A gust of wind from an unknown source blew away all the burnt smell, leaving only a cold aura.

Thump, thump, thump–

This was the amplified sound of a heartbeat!

Mo Jun Zhou’s hand hovered outside his heart, his five fingers forming a grip. Five strands of golden-red pure energy were forcibly drawn out from the five finger holes.

Yun Xia’s pupils constricted. This was the vitality of the heart!

The more vitality was drawn out, the louder the heartbeat became. Yun Xia even felt that the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, making people feel as if it were the heart making a final cry for help.

The golden-red energy ball in Mo Jun Zhou’s hand grew deeper and deeper. Yun Xia suddenly came back to his senses, and when Mo Jun Zhou stopped extracting the energy and sent the energy ball into his mouth, Yun Xia’s heart twitched fiercely.

He watched Mo Jun Zhou swallow the ball of vitality, and then, the ball of vitality illuminated his body, and the dazzling light made it impossible for Yun Xia to look directly at him.

Mo Jun Zhou’s whole body tensed up instantly, his hands clenched tightly, his expression painful and ferocious. Yun Xia was unwilling to close his eyes, stubbornly squinting his eyes to look over, and saw black lines crawling up from under the young man’s clothes, and where they passed, the skin cracked open, revealing the fresh, red, tender flesh inside.

When passing through thin-skinned areas such as the neck, the blood vessels burst open, and fresh blood gurgled out, staining half of his body red. The Devil Markings went from the neck to the cheeks, to the corners of the eyes.

Piercing into his eyes.

The young man’s eyes were tightly closed, and two lines of blood tears flowed down.

The sound of the heartbeat reverberating in Yun Xia’s ears became more and more rapid, both hurried and chaotic.

Finally, Mo Jun Zhou let out an angry roar, the light disappeared, and Yun Xia’s pale eyes were left with only the last shadow–

Small, very delicate black lotus flowers bloomed on Mo Jun Zhou’s Devil Markings. The young man lowered his head and breathed heavily. Suddenly, he raised his head, and Yun Xia saw that his eyes had turned red.

…

The next moment, the illusion disappeared, and Yun Xia only felt a sense of weightlessness, his body tilted, and he fell into someone’s arms.

It was the adult Mo Jun Zhou, the current Demon Lord.

He had returned to the inn, and Yun Xia’s eyes stung, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

There were physiological tears, and also sad tears.