The Demon Queen's Royal Consort - Chapter 58 - Duel - V

The world is made up of the five elements, and it could be divided into Yin and Yang.Beneath the heavens, on the ancient divine center continent, billions of lives thrive in the prosperous era of the cultivation.Across its vast lands, happiness, sadness, reunion, and separation played out in the long lives of those seeking immortalhood.Light is always accompanied by darkness, and under the radiance of the heavens, there are silent shadows moving about…

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her.Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter.The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, “Why her?”Sikong Mo appeared silently, “Because I said so.”Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life.Sikong Mo, “I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven.”Ye Jiu, “No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life.”Sikong Mo, “Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?”Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away.With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

To save the hopeless Dark Fantasy World, I held back my tears and destroyed the world, then killed the Demon King and returned.

Now, I’m trying to save the world using the ‘System’ I gained as the ‘Regressor’s Privilege’… but the Main Heroines have also awakened their memories of the previous timeline.

God damnit.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.