Reverend Insanity

Chapter One: Leaping into the Abyss, No Regretsntitled

"Fang Yuan, surrender the Spring Autumn Cicada peacefully, and I'll grant you a swift end!"

"Old Demon Fang, don't delude yourself into resisting. Today, the righteous factions have united to crush your den of evil. This time, you will meet your end!"

"Fang Yuan, you accursed fiend! To refine the Spring Autumn Cicada, you slaughtered millions. Your crimes are unforgivable and beyond redemption!"

"Demon, three hundred years ago, you violated me, stole my purity, annihilated my entire family, and exterminated my clan. From that moment, I've yearned to devour your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I shall make you wish for death!!"

Fang Yuan, clad in a tattered green robe, with disheveled hair and blood-soaked body, surveyed his surroundings.

The mountain wind made his bloodied robe flutter like a battle flag, producing a chilling sound.

Bright red blood gushed from hundreds of wounds on his body. In a short while, a large pool of blood had formed at his feet.

Surrounded by enemies, there was no way out.

The outcome was certain; today, he would surely die.

Fang Yuan comprehended the situation clearly, but even with death looming, his expression remained unchanged, his demeanor calm.

His gaze was profound and serene, like an ancient, unfathomable well.

The righteous heroes encircling him included venerable leaders of major factions and renowned young heroes. They surrounded Fang Yuan tightly; some roared, some sneered, some narrowed their eyes in vigilance, and some looked on in fear while clutching their wounds.

They dared not strike, wary of Fang Yuan's desperate counterattack.

For three tense hours, they stood in a standoff. As the sun set, its last rays ignited the mountain's evening clouds, turning the sky into a brilliant blaze.

Fang Yuan, who had stood motionless like a statue, slowly turned around.

The crowd stirred and retreated a step in unison.

At this moment, the gray-white stones beneath Fang Yuan's feet were stained dark red with blood. His face, pale from excessive blood loss, suddenly gained a rosy glow from the setting sun.

Gazing at the green mountains and the setting sun, Fang Yuan smiled faintly and said, "Green mountains and setting sun, autumn moon and spring breeze. Truly, morning hair like black silk turns to snow by dusk; right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to nothing."

As he spoke, memories of his past life on Earth surfaced before his eyes.

He was originally a student from China on Earth. By a stroke of fate, he had traveled to this world. After three hundred years of wandering and over two hundred years of dominating the world, five hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Memories buried deep in his heart came alive at this moment, vividly replaying before his eyes.

"Ultimately, I failed," Fang Yuan sighed inwardly, feeling a bit melancholic but without regret.

He had anticipated this outcome and was mentally prepared when he made his choice.

The so-called demonic path means not cultivating good results, killing and committing arson. Heaven and Earth do not tolerate it, and the world is your enemy, yet you still indulge in it.

"If the newly refined Spring Autumn Cicada works, I would still choose to be a demon in my next life!" Thinking this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.