Chapter 432 - A Revenge Awaited for Four Hundred Thousand Years
“Oh~ I didn’t expect there to still be someone in the Demon Realm who recognizes This Lord?”
“Who are you?”
Mo Di turned his gaze with interest toward Shi Guitian, who stood before the crowd.
He looked him over repeatedly but did not have the slightest impression of him.
He had been away from the Demon Realm for at least several hundred thousand years.
For someone to still remember him after such a long passage of time was truly rare.
Furthermore, judging by the killing intent radiating from Shi Guitian, it seemed there was some deep-seated hatred involved…?
This made things even more interesting!
Generally, his enemies had all been eliminated by him long ago.
To think there was still an enemy of his alive in the Demon Realm…?
Hearing Mo Di inquire about his identity, the chill surrounding Shi Guitian deepened.
He released the cane in his hand and slowly, in front of everyone, unwound the bandages wrapped around his face.
The blood-stained and filth-encrusted gray bandages fell to the floor, and a mangled, ruined face—a cluster of countless burns and scars piled together—appeared in everyone's sight.
At the corner of his mouth, chilling, snow-white bone was even exposed!
This was the first time everyone had seen Shi Guitian’s true face behind the bandages.
Looking at this hideous face that was neither human nor ghost, everyone couldn't help but widen their mouths slightly, feeling a surge of surprise.
So, the face behind Old Shi's bandages looks like this…
After their brief surprise, everyone quickly regained their composure.
Although Shi Guitian’s face was hideous and terrifying, such a thing was not unusual in the Demon Realm.
There were plenty of faces in the Demon Realm far more hideous than Shi Guitian’s; they had long since become accustomed to it.
Their surprise just now was mostly curiosity at seeing Shi Guitian's true face for the first time.
Seeing Shi Guitian’s features, Mo Di still furrowed his brows, his face filled with deep thought and confusion.
Clearly, he still did not recognize who the person before him was.
Seeing this, Shi Guitian could only speak to help Mo Di recall bit by bit.
“Forty hundred thousand years ago! Atop Mount Guxia, do you still remember what you did?!”
“Don’t tell me you no longer remember!”
Shi Guitian clenched his fists so hard his nails dug deep into his palms.
He stared at Mo Di with a rage and killing intent that was nearly impossible to suppress, and a rotting, ominous eerie green miasma involuntarily began to permeate from his body!
In an instant, wherever the miasma drifted, the floor and stone pillars immediately became decayed and ruined!
Everyone in the hall retreated repeatedly, urgently avoiding the erosion of the miasma. Even Ye Tianshen and the others couldn't help but be startled.
The strength Shi Guitian displayed was actually so terrifying!
Shi Guitian, who was ranked in the thirteenth seat of the Demon Generals, actually possessed a cultivation higher than theirs!
“Four hundred thousand years ago… a mother and daughter…?”
Mo Di’s face was filled with confusion, but then, as if remembering something, he suddenly realized and cried out in great surprise:
“Oh~! This Lord remembers!”
“So it’s you! Liao Huami!”
“It seems you haven't forgotten me!”
“However, the Liao Huami you speak of died hundreds of thousands of years ago!”
“The one standing before you now is me, Shi Guitian!”
Shi Guitian said, his expression involuntarily sinking into distant memories.
That segment of memory was something he would never forget, deeply branded into his mind!
Four hundred thousand years ago, relying on his astonishing talent and strength, he had leaped to become one of the few Demon Lord candidates in that chaotic Demon Realm where experts gathered.
Young and arrogant, he relied on his strength and slaughtering methods to conquer one territory after another and subdue one clan after another.
More and more people followed him, and his influence grew stronger and stronger.
His heart was already set on flattening the entire Demon Realm and becoming the next generation's Supreme of the Demon Realm!
At that time, he was invincible, defeating countless competitors who were also hailed as Demon Lord candidates; his confidence inflated to an unprecedented degree, and he was brimming with arrogance.
He felt he was world-defying, that no one could stop him.
Believing himself matchless in the Demon Realm, he unhesitatingly and despite all warnings challenged Mo Di, who was already calling himself the first-generation Demon Lord, all by himself!
The result was obvious: he lost, lost utterly, without even the power to fight back...
He fled like a stray dog, barely managing to keep his life.
In the end, the influence he had worked so hard to gather and the subordinates who followed him were also completely wiped out and strangled by Mo Di...
"The victor is crowned king, and the loser is branded a bandit"—this applies to any realm, and in the Demon Realm, it is an eternal, unchanging truth.
The losing side would inevitably suffer a tragic and violent purge.
Without him there, the Liao family and everyone who followed him in the territory were brutally massacred; thus, the Liao family was destroyed at his hands...
Such massacres and family exterminations were seen everywhere in the Demon Realm at that time; they were common occurrences.
To become the Demon Lord, he too had walked over countless corpses along the way.
He simply hadn't expected that one day, such a thing would fall upon his own head…
After his defeat, his confidence shattered; from then on, he was utterly demoralized, dragging his severely injured and unhealed body as he wretchedly hid all over the Demon Realm.
At his most critical moment, he was finally saved and taken in by a kind-hearted woman.
He had never seen such a gentle and innocent young girl in the Demon Realm...
Her kind and pure heart was so radiant in this sin-ridden Demon Realm.
Under her careful tending, he gradually fell in love with that girl, deciding to let go of everything and live out the rest of his life with her under an assumed name.
He no longer cared about being a Demon Lord, power, or cultivation.
Under his sincere confession, that gentle girl shyly agreed.
He and she began their life together, spending the happiest and most peaceful time of his life in a deserted mountain forest within the Demon Realm.
When he welcomed his daughter and held her in both hands, he wept with joy, pulling the mother and daughter tightly into his embrace.
He didn't care about anything else, praying only that such days could continue forever...
Yet even such an insignificant, tiny request ultimately became a pipe dream...
On his daughter's sixth birthday, Mo Di finally found him.
He fought with all his might, but he was simply no match for Mo Di.
Mo Di was even more powerful than before.
He knelt on the ground and begged, discarding his dignity, only asking that Mo Di spare his wife and daughter...
But his pleading was so laughable in Mo Di's eyes; not only did Mo Di not choose to spare his wife and daughter, but he tortured and killed them right before his eyes!
His wife had her limbs torn from her body piece by piece in front of him, then a hand pierced through her chest, holding her heart and crushing it...
His daughter had her legs snapped and was thrown to the ground, and then Demon Flame was ignited upon her body!
His daughter could only keep letting out shrill, agonizing wails and screams, her mouth constantly crying out "Father, it hurts so much" while she crawled on the ground, reaching out her arms toward him!
He didn't have time to grab his daughter's hand before she was burned alive right before his eyes!
And he was powerless, forced to watch this tragic scene unfold before him with his own eyes!
He charged at Mo Di like a madman, only to have his entire skeleton and meridians shattered with a single blow, destroying his life's cultivation!
Mo Di stepped on his head, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly, and finally cast Demon Flame upon him as well!
At that time, the pain of the Demon Flame burning his body and soul was nothing compared to the resentment and agony in his heart!
He lay on the ground, watching with his own eyes his wife and daughter being consumed by the Demon Flame.
In that moment, the man named Liao Huami died along with them!
The one standing here now is merely a walking corpse, a body waiting for atonement and revenge!
And today is the time of revenge for which he has waited four hundred thousand years!
