Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chapter 231 The Inner Demon Emerges

His eyes were fixed on Pei Huai's back, which looked particularly cold and aloof in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Ling Chao suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. He channeled his final spiritual energy and instantly moved in front of Pei Huai. Under Pei Huai's cold gaze, he shattered the jade pendant without hesitation. The long-hidden secret of Senior Brother Ling Jin flashed between their eyes.

Pei Huai looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene, his mind blank, "What is this?"

Ling Chao: "Everyone says that my senior brother strayed into the devil's way and brought about his own destruction, but the real culprit is you, Pei Huai. If you hadn't given my senior brother hope, how could he have fallen to this point? He was about to let go, but what did you do? You kissed him again, making my senior brother misunderstand that you liked him, but in the end, you forgot."

Pei Huai stared at the scene before him, his mind filled with the despair and sorrow of the dying man's eyes. His eyes instantly turned red, and a splitting headache overwhelmed him, making it difficult for him to stand. The intense headache came like a storm, making it almost impossible for him to stand. Finally, Pei Huai could no longer endure the tearing pain. He felt dizzy and his body was about to collapse. In a fit of intense pain, he uncontrollably gushed out a mouthful of blood, accompanied by a heartbreaking cry: "Soul Embers!"

As the last word fell, Pei Huai's body collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed, his face pale as paper. Then Pei Huai's cultivation began to collapse, and he was ruthlessly exposed.

Ling Chao coldly stared at Pei Huai who fell to the ground. There was no pleasure of revenge in his eyes, only endless sadness. "Pei Huai, my senior brother died because of you. Your ruthless way was also broken, and your cultivation was completely destroyed. What goes around comes around, and from now on, we owe each other nothing."

Just as Ling Chao turned around, sensing Pei Huai's broken heart, Pei Huai's master Qing Wu Jian Zun flew over with his disciples, just in time to see Pei Huai collapsed to the ground and Ling Chao turning and leaving.

Qing Wu Jian Zun hurried forward to check on Pei Huai's condition, only to see that his eyes were closed, his face was pale, his cultivation had dissipated, his ruthless path had been broken, and he had obviously suffered a great blow.

Before Qing Wu Jian Zun could fully grasp the full extent of the situation, Pei Huai's junior apprentice, Wang Lin, witnessed his brother's complete loss of power. In a moment of desperation, he ignored his master's presence and resolutely attacked Ling Chao. However, Ling Chao's spiritual power had long been depleted, and his defensive magic tools had been completely depleted in the fierce battle with Pei Huai. Facing Wang Lin's attack, he was powerless and could only watch as he was pierced through the heart by a sword and slowly fell to the ground, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

When Lan Xichen witnessed this scene, he tried to stop it, but his steps could only penetrate the water mirror. He could only watch helplessly as the events in the water mirror unfolded, unable to intervene in anything.

At this moment, Lan Xichen had already recognized the young man in the water mirror as his beloved, Chaoyang. Throwing aside his reserve, he loudly demanded, "Who are you? Why are you making me see this? Come out, come out!"

There was only silence in response to Lan Xichen. Looking at the fallen Chaoyang in the mirror, Lan Xichen collapsed to the ground. He reached out to touch him, but could only touch the cold mirror. His fingers slid weakly on the mirror, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

He couldn't understand why he was teased like this, making him watch his beloved go through so much pain and suffering, but he was powerless to do anything. He was about to collapse.

The scene in the water mirror paused, and the figure that had brought Lan Xichen here reappeared. "Continue?"

Lan Xichen clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He could almost feel the pain of Chaoyang in the mirror, tormenting his heart every moment. "No, Your Excellency, please tell me the reason."

Lan Xichen doesn't want to know everything Chaoyang has experienced in this way. As long as Chaoyang is willing, Lan Xichen hopes that Chaoyang will tell him in person.

"Chaoyang has a disaster. If you can get through it safely, everything will go well. If you can't, life or death is unpredictable."

Lan Xichen's heart tightened upon hearing this. He stared intently at the figure, trying to find a flaw or a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "What calamity?"

The figure didn't answer, but only asked: "Do you want to? Or not?"

Lan Xichen answered without hesitation, “Yes.”

The figure nodded slightly, seemingly unsurprised by Lan Xichen's answer. Without waiting for a response, Lan Xichen began to slowly merge into the water mirror.

The figure also disappeared above the water, leaving only ripples on the surface.

Lan Xichen only felt a flash before his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, passing through the water mirror and into Chaoyang's heart sea.

Lan Xichen stood on the top of the cliff, and the inner demon Chaoyang was bound by chains and hung above the cliff.

It is said that one thought can make you a Buddha, and one thought can make you a devil. Achao, I will take you home, back to our home.

Inner Demon "Chaoyang": "Who are you?"

Lan Xichen smiled slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination: "I am your Xichen, I am here to take you home."

The inner demon "Chao Yang" brandished his chains and attacked Lan Xichen: "So it's you! A humble being."

Lan Xichen paid no heed to his inner demon's taunts. He slowly advanced, each step resolute and resolute. His gaze remained fixed on the inner demon, Chaoyang, a look that held both tenderness and unquestionable determination.

As Lan Xichen approaches, his inner demon, Chaoyang, continually tries to dissuade him from his own self-esteem, while also guiding him to cling to his own obsession. If it weren't for the magical weapon Chaoyang provided, Lan Xichen might have fallen into a deep obsession before rescuing Chaoyang.

Lan Xichen steadily walked towards the chained inner demon Chaoyang, his gaze determined, unwavering in his response. He reached out and gently touched the chains, only for a black demonic aura to rise from them, attempting to block his approach.

“Chaoyang, don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Lan Xichen soothed softly, but at the same time, his heart remained firm. “Ah Chao, your master and brothers are still alive and waiting for you to meet them. So come back, okay?”

Lan Xichen didn't know if Chaoyang's master and brothers were still alive, but at this moment, he simply wished to awaken a glimmer of consciousness in Chaoyang, hoping he might awaken. However, Lan Xichen didn't realize that Chaoyang, trapped in the demonic path by his obsession, had been unable to break free for millennia. Otherwise, Chaoyang wouldn't have failed during the Ascension Tribulation.

If it weren't for his master and senior brothers who had strong backgrounds and secured this opportunity for him in this life, Chaoyang might have ended up in ashes.

"Hahaha....You want to see him, but you can't see him."

Lan Xichen's heart sank. He stared at his inner demon, Chaoyang, his eyes filled with disbelief and determination. "You're lying! I will find him and bring him home."

The inner demon "Chaoyang"'s smile grew increasingly ferocious, and chains danced wildly around him, as if to devour everything. "Hmph, you humble being, who do you think you are? You can't save him, and no one can save him."