The Notorious Villains Saves the World

Wrath 6

[Wei Wuxian's POV]

His scream tore the victorious momentum the three of them created. He panicked at the sight of the the older two being suck into a round ball of weird demonic energy. Taking out a scroll, he summon Xue Yang and ordered him to analyze the black ball within five minutes.

Of all the time to mess up—why did the two perfectly synchronized demon lords messed up now?! With ordinary attacks, he knew he cannot inflict anymore powerful blows. This is really the worse time to fuck things up!

"Do not worry... They're inside a ball of precious memories." TianLang-jun hummed softly with a dubious smile. With just those looks, there's definitely no precious memories—they're torturous mournful memories. He had to do it.. he had to do something.

Wei Wuxian stared indifferently at TianLang-jun who sat down on top of the tomb. He heard low growls surrounding him. He, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation, who set the standards of all beast and ghouls, stood silent in front of a horde of blind corpses. The horde, upon hearing the crisp sound of his resentful energy, seemed to be intimidated and at the same time not. They halted, no longer resumed their tearing and pouncing. Lowering their heads and shrinking back their shoulders, Wei Wuxian thought they's withdrew—however, it was total opposite. The tight huddle trembled before lounging forward.

He took another set of scroll and summoned few strong corpses. He then opened his black scroll, and summoned Wen Ning, Nie Mingjue and Jin Zixuan. "take care of the corpses!" He ordered. The trio nodded and defended Xue Yang who was busy analysing the black ball. Wei Wuxian drew Suibian and shot through the horde with an unbelievable speed. Hoping to land another attack, Wei Wuxian tightened his grip and swing his sword in an attempt to land one blow. However, TianLang-jun shoved him to the side. He landed roughly and rolled on the ground and his back hit the wall. Wei Wuxian groggily stood up.

Wei Wuxian suddenly felt an explicable sense of loss.

To be sitting in the presence of a heavenly demon lord, and in a space where he and his allies are surrounded by decomposing bodies of demon lords, curses! be it said, the pressure on him—a human in demon world—was extremely huge.

"Did you know? I was formerly a ragged doll, my limbs—body can easily be torn apart. I remember Peak Lord and his paled expression while reattaching my arm."

Wei Wuxian decided not to speak. Luo Binghe did not disclose everything to them. He find it hard to think straight from scratch what the hell this place could be. By Peak Lord, only Shen Qingqiu came across his mind.

"Lies here are demon elders about to rot away.. so is.. my original body." TianLang-jun answered his silent question directly. This place, this mausoleum is a graveyard where former demon lords rests. It must mean, TianLang-jun current body is different from his original.

It could only mean, this person's real body lies inside the shady coffin he's currently sitting.

"Apparently, I acquired the sun and moon flower seed to create a new body for myself. However, it seem that I am not very compatible with my former body. I needed to have that son of mine."

TianLang-jun's words didn't struck Wei Wuxian's heart. His face maybe mild and kind but there was that coldness and thin line distancing himself to Luo Binghe. It was just that seeing this "couldn't care less" attitude in person, Wei Wuxian couldn't but feel uncomfortable.

Luo Binghe was also an unloved child.

Facing this terrifying and disgusting scene, Wei Wuxian braced himself again and tried resisting the impending fear creeping right through his skin. Without Luo Binghe he couldn't even stand the pressure in the mausoleum. He remembered that one time, Shen Yuan told him that the pressure differed to every person. No human can enter this demon's sacred place, only those allowed, invited and qualified can.