Yao Zuizui stared at Suhei in disbelief.
How could this be?
She distinctly remembered the appearance of the person who had saved her—it was identical to Suhei.
He had also been wearing the same white robes Suhei often donned, ethereal and detached, his figure almost illusory.
Though the situation had been too dire at the time, and she had been half-conscious, she could never mistake the fluttering sleeves or those cold, piercing eyes.
Perhaps sensing that Yao Zuizui’s emotions hadn’t yet reached their peak, Suhei decided to lay everything bare.
The more intense her hatred grew, the purer her immortal energy became—perfect for his cultivation.
Suhei’s silver pupils trembled with barely contained excitement.
This move, planned for so many years, was finally nearing its conclusion.
Once he used Yao Zuizui’s immortal energy as a crucible to fully assimilate the Great Demon King Suhei’s cultivation experience and tempered will across countless realms, he would ascend even higher.
No longer just in the immortal realm—but across all existence! Nothing would ever oppose him again!
He would stand atop the pyramid, gazing down upon all living beings, solving their woes, becoming the supreme, unparalleled god in their hearts!
Suhei believed this was the most correct, the most worthwhile choice he had ever made.
Looking at Yao Zuizui, he smiled with smug ambition, confidence radiating from him.
“Of course it was him who saved you. Otherwise, why would I have been able to suppress him so thoroughly, even splitting his soul into seven fragments and scattering them across different realms? Hahahaha…”
His laughter carried a hint of madness.
Tears welled in Yao Zuizui’s eyes, her fingers trembling, teeth chattering as Suhei told her a long, long story.
It turned out that Suhei and Suhei had once been one person.
“Su” and “Su” were homophones.
“White” and “Black” represented two extremes.
Suhei had originally been named Suhei, a name bestowed upon him by Suhei.
But Suhei despised the name and changed “Su” to “Su.”
Suhei was a clone Suhei had created for cultivation.
“White” symbolized all the beautiful things in the world.
Every positive trait was concentrated in Suhei.
Meanwhile, Suhei had used a secret technique to expel all his negative emotions—greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and every other flaw in his soul—into the other half of his divided self.
That was Suhei.
Suhei embodied all that was evil, becoming a demon.
He was bloodthirsty, cruel, greedy, and wicked.
Suhei, on the other hand, was kind, benevolent, peaceful, and righteous.
They stood on opposite ends of a scale—one praised and revered, the other despised and reviled.
Freed from negative emotions, Suhei’s cultivation progressed effortlessly, advancing by leaps and bounds.
Suhei, however, sank deeper into depravity, drowning in his own malevolent desires.
Before the split, Suhei had also been selfish and self-serving.
To ensure the division’s success, he had captured Yao Zuizui’s mother.
Yao Zuizui’s mother was the Immortal of Ten Thousand Wines—her immortal energy aided cultivation in any circumstance.
Her immortal body was equally unique, a peerless vintage aged for a hundred thousand years.
Any secret technique, when enhanced with a drop of the wine distilled from her body, would succeed without fail.
Before this, Suhei’s success rate had been barely ten percent.
The undivided Suhei believed Yao Zuizui’s mother should have been willing to sacrifice herself for his grand ambition.
Once he succeeded, he would remember her contribution, immortalizing her in the annals of merit!
And so, without hesitation, Suhei sacrificed Yao Zuizui’s mother.
The division succeeded, splitting him into Suhei and Suhei—two diametrically opposed beings.
Ten thousand years ago, atop the Glazed Mountain in the northernmost reaches of the immortal realm, Suhei had lured Yao Zuizui there to heighten her mother’s emotions.
Yao Zuizui had followed traces of her mother’s presence to the mountain but found herself in peril instead.
Seeing her daughter in danger, the Immortal of Hundred Wines—Yao Zuizui’s mother—was overcome with anguish, her emotions surging.
Seizing the moment, Suhei distilled her into a drop of wine and absorbed her.
Thus, Suhei and Suhei were born.
Suhei was cruel and wicked by nature, yet after his creation, he did something Suhei never expected.
He rushed into the danger and saved Yao Zuizui.
He even expended a hundred thousand years of his cultivation—half of what Suhei had granted him upon their split—without hesitation.
Without a second thought, Suhei transferred his power to Yao Zuizui, pulling her back from death’s door.
But before she fully regained consciousness, he left.
Perhaps because he despised the immortal realm.
Its serene, sanctified atmosphere sickened him—he preferred the chaotic, blood-soaked demon realm, where he could act freely, unshackled by pretense.
Above all, he loathed Suhei—his hypocritical smile, his feigned detachment, his condescending commands to “cultivate properly.”
When first split, Suhei had also worn white robes.
Upon arriving in the demon realm, he immediately changed to black.
His original appearance was identical to Suhei’s, but to avoid detection—and out of hatred—he altered his features. No one ever suspected a connection between them.
With his remaining hundred thousand years of cultivation and ruthless demeanor, Suhei quickly rose to prominence in the demon realm. The immortal realm soon learned of this Great Demon King.
In just ten thousand years, he conquered all demons and monsters, becoming their undisputed ruler.
But Suhei hadn’t created Suhei to unite the demon realm—he wanted to enhance his own cultivation.
First, expelling his negative emotions allowed Suhei to cultivate without distraction.
Second, Suhei could cultivate in his stead, enduring hardships across realms. Later, Suhei could simply absorb his soul and reap the rewards.
Suhei’s plan was flawless.
Because Suhei had wasted a hundred thousand years saving Yao Zuizui and only spent ten thousand in the demon realm, his cultivation lagged far behind.
Still, Suhei exerted considerable effort to split Suhei’s soul into seven fragments, scattering them across different realms.
Suhei would suffer the torments of mortal life—love, hatred, obsession, greed—his soul tempered through agony.
Meanwhile, Suhei cultivated leisurely in the immortal realm.
As Suhei’s purified soul fragments returned, Suhei absorbed them one by one.
Though the process was excruciating, he endured it for the sake of power.
But absorbing Suhei’s fragments also meant reclaiming his flaws.
Thus, his greed returned—and with it, his desire to target Yao Zuizui.
…
After recounting this lengthy tale, Suhei paused, catching his breath.
He gazed at his prey with satisfaction—she was trembling, her emotions in turmoil.
The “wine” was nearly ready.
Yao Zuizui glared at him, teeth clenched. “Suhei, you don’t deserve to be an immortal! You belong in the beast realm—no, you don’t even deserve reincarnation! You should be annihilated, erased from existence!”
Suhei shook his head dismissively, pressing a finger against the icy bars of her prison, touching her forehead.
“Ah, Immortal Qingzhuo, you’re so selfish. Without me, who would save all living beings? A waste like you? You should thank me for granting you this noble sacrifice.”
“Disgusting!” Yao Zuizui spat.
Deeming her too defiant, Suhei decided to reveal one final truth.
“Immortal Qingzhuo, do you remember when Suhei tried to conquer the immortal realm?” Suhei smirked, silver eyes glinting.
“Of course,” Yao Zuizui sneered. “With all the evil you poured into him, it’s no surprise.”
“You’re wrong.” Suhei chuckled, his voice cold and mocking. “He attacked the immortal realm because of you.”
Yao Zuizui’s pupils dilated in shock.
How?
She had never met Suhei.
Beyond his saving her, they had no connection—no enmity, no bond.
Why would he wage war for her?
Suhei’s lips curled into a derisive smile. “Because I told him immortals and demons could never coexist. If he wanted to be with you, he had to destroy the immortal realm.”
He wanted to be with her.
Yao Zuizui was stunned.
Suhei would…?
Suhei’s mockery deepened. “Who knew? Of all the emotions I gave him, love took root the deepest. How laughable!”
He was grateful he’d offloaded all sentiment onto Suhei.
Thus, he himself knew nothing of love—never felt it, never would.
Yao Zuizui stared blankly, unable to fathom Suhei’s devotion.
“Immortal Qingzhuo, how he loved you! From the immortal realm to every other world, his love never wavered! And you? You helped me kill him! Hahaha!”
“Do you know? While you wandered aimlessly these past ten thousand years, he’s been burning in my mind, refined by the Nine-Flame Torment day and night!”
“The only words he spoke were his hatred for you!”
“Ah, Suhei… so pitiful. Just a broken remnant now. Surrender and melt away already.” Suhei murmured, as if speaking to Yao Zuizui—or perhaps to the unseen Suhei.
At the same time, he raised a wine cup toward Yao Zuizui.
Horror dawned on her face as she felt her body liquefying.
Slowly, she transformed into a drop of wine—clear, transparent, skin and blood gone, shrinking further and further.
Struggling against the cup’s pull, she mustered her last strength to cry out his name one final time.
“Suhei!”
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