Devil God Cultivation Love

At this moment, on a mountain peak stood a beauty dressed in white, a woman whose appearance alone seemed capable of bringing nations to ruin. She wore ancient-style robes as white as snow. Her red lips and graceful figure made her appear no older than twenty-two years of age. A sword rested in her hand as she stood there motionless. She was no ordinary woman. She was an Empress, one of the most powerful warriors in the world. At this moment, she stood atop the mountain alongside numerous warriors. Before her knelt a man. Two swords had pierced his chest, and he was in a terrible condition. No one knew who this man truly was. The woman standing before him appeared like a statue carved from ice, devoid of any emotion. She was like an untouchable fairy beyond mortal reach. She spoke coldly. "You have killed countless people in this world. You have incited wars and conflicts. You slaughtered innocent people from many sects and murdered women without any reason. You are a blood-soaked sinner who does not deserve to live." As soon as she finished speaking, everyone around her began shouting in agreement. "He is a monster!" "He should not be allowed to live!" "He is extremely dangerous!" "He killed people merely for amusement!" Similar voices echoed throughout the mountain. Everyone feared this man deeply. Not long ago, when numerous sects united against him and attacked with an army of two hundred thousand people, he had personally turned one hundred and fifty thousand of them into piles of corpses. Had nothing interrupted him, he would have killed the remaining fifty thousand as well. Later, the great emperors of the sects arrived, and finally this icy beauty appeared. Together they fought him for four days and four nights. Yet no one could defeat him. However, when the ice-like beauty arrived, everyone realized something strange. The man had shown no intention of attacking her. No one could understand why. But everyone knew one thing. Only this woman had the ability to kill him. He did not even try to defend himself against her attacks. Instead, he completely surrendered himself to her, and because of that he ultimately lost the battle. No one knew what he was thinking. No one knew his true intentions. No one understood the despair hidden within his eyes. No one understood why a man powerful enough to shake the world would kneel before a single woman. After hearing the accusations against him, the kneeling man suddenly shouted. Yet his voice was filled with profound despair and sorrow. The bitterness in his words was directed not at others, but at himself. He could not understand why. Why had he kept that promise? Why had he listened? Those thoughts tormented him. Finally, he spoke. "Millions of people, millions of relatives, millions of gods may come before me, yet I would never bow." "Only a promise could make me kneel." "I am disappointed." "I am deeply saddened that I made that promise." "The promise that has caused my death today." "Never make promises to anyone in this world." "Until a person dies, neither good nor evil truly exists." "Power is the only truth." "The powerful are called righteous." "The powerful are accepted as one's own." "If you have no power, you are a stranger to everyone." "And if someone you love becomes stronger than you, understand that you no longer matter to them." After saying this, he recited a poem: These eyes have witnessed countless joys, Yet they never saw her smile. I sacrificed everything I had for her, Yet I never saw happiness in her eyes. She speaks grandly of humanity and virtue, Yet she never saw the pain hidden within my heart. After finishing the poem, he looked directly into the eyes of the ice-like beauty. Then he raised one hand and gestured toward her. A gentle smile appeared on his face—the most sincere and beautiful smile he had ever shown. "This life belonged to you," he said softly. "You have taken it." "Never regret it." The next moment, he stepped backward. Behind him was a bottomless cliff. He closed his eyes. A single tear fell from them. Then he plunged into the abyss. The woman could do nothing. When he had gestured toward her, she had frozen in place. Something had suddenly resurfaced in her memory. But it was too late. Far too late. The man was already gone. His existence had vanished from the world. The surrounding warriors silently watched. All of them were severely wounded. The foundations of their sects, built over thousands of years, had nearly been destroyed. These were not ordinary injuries. Every wound on their bodies had been inflicted by that man's sword. All of them had believed that together they could easily kill him. None of them had expected him to be so terrifying. Single-handedly, he had nearly destroyed the foundations of twenty great sects. No one had imagined such a monster existed. Yet the truth was that they had attacked him for one reason alone— His treasure. Rumors had spread that he possessed an enormous treasure, an ancient inheritance, priceless artifacts, and legendary cultivation scriptures. The accusations against him, the politics, the propaganda, and the stories of his crimes—many of them had merely been excuses. They all wanted what he possessed. The ice-like beauty had intervened only because she could not bear to watch such bloodshed. She did not know the truth. She did not know who was right or wrong. She only saw one man slaughtering countless others and concluded that such a person should not be allowed to live. Therefore, she attacked him. To her shock, even after she pierced his chest with two swords and froze his internal organs, he still refused to strike back against her. Only after his final gesture did she realize she had made a terrible mistake. The person she had been searching for all along... was the very person she had killed. No one knew what the woman was thinking. No one dared to speak to her. At this moment her emotions were in complete chaos. Without saying a word, she flew away. No one noticed the tears hidden within her eyes. Wherever she passed, blizzards rose into the sky. After her departure, everyone else dispersed as well. No one dared descend into the abyss. The cliff possessed an ancient and terrifying history. Anyone who had ever fallen into it had died. Therefore, no one followed the man. Furthermore, the sects themselves had fallen into chaos. If outside forces discovered theweakness, they would immediately invade. As a result, no one cared about the inheritance anymore. Their only concern was restoring their shattered strength as quickly as possible