Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 913 - Immortal or Demon Depends on One’s Heart

That immortal sect youth and that demonic sect prodigy—who was the immortal and the demon?

Chen Fan did not know. He was at a loss.

Was the immortal sect youth truly righteous?

If so, why did he ambush his own master? Could betraying one’s master and sect be the way of an immortal?

And was the demonic sect prodigy truly evil?

If so, why did he defeat the demonic sect’s master fair and square to take his place without resorting to the immortal youth’s underhanded methods?

As Chen Fan wrestled with these questions, two paths appeared again before him—the immortal and demonic paths.

One led to immortality; the other to becoming a demon.

Chen Fan struggled inside. This time, the inner struggle was fiercer than ever.

Yet, his thoughts turned to his senior sister Qin Yao, Qin Changkong, his parents, and his fellow disciples on the Peerless Peak—all on the immortal path, all rooted in the Tianwu Continent.

He also has many other family and friends, who were also on the immortal path.

He had grown up there, begun his journey of cultivation there, striving to one day achieve the Dao and ascend to immortality.

Following his heart, Chen Fan chose the immortal path.

Suddenly, a crushing pressure descended, forcing him to the ground and sending him tumbling down the stairs a bit.

However, he quickly steadied himself and got up with much difficulty. He was still on the stairs, and the demonic mountain still stood tall, piercing the eternal sky.

“Am I back again? If I choose the demonic path, will I reach the mountain summit instantly?” Chen Fan raised his head and smiled bitterly. He muttered in his heart, I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.

He held firm to his aspirations and marched forward.

The Lord of Myriad Demons—faith incarnate for the Myriad Demon Islands—was a supreme existence. Legend claimed that the will of the first-generation Lord of Myriad Demons shaped these stairs, making everything feel predestined.

Chen Fan wasn’t alone on the stairs; many demonic cultivators had also ascended. Their visions, however, would differ from his. The Demonic Mountain tested each individual uniquely.

The second he stepped onto the first step, the so-called will of the Lord of Myriad Demons saw right through him. It saw him for what he was—an immortal, not a demon.

He walked endlessly, as though the path stretched into eternity. Exhaustion gripped him, yet he lifted his feet resolutely, knowing retreat was not an option.

Time lost meaning to Chen Fan. Drained of all strength, Chen Fan moved forward on sheer willpower and instinct.

His consciousness blurred, and it felt less like climbing the Demonic Mountain and more like a dream—a dream of cultivation.

In the dream, he toiled bitterly and became extremely powerful.

The Tianwu Continent and the Myriad Demon Islands evolved, yet peace prevailed.

Immortal cultivators pursued the Dao, striving for ascension, while the demonic cultivators went down their own path, aspiring to become titans of the demonic path.

One day, the Myriad Demon Islands’ experts invaded the Tianwu Continent, slaughtering a certain force brutally. Chen Fan felt as though the carnage happened before his eyes.

The demonic cultivators were extremely tyrannical and cruel, sparing no one—the old, the weak, the sick, or the disabled. They were simply inhumane.

A force with countless people was completely wiped out.

Fury surged within Chen Fan. He felt the urge to slaughter each and every demonic cultivator out there.

Those murderous invaders were completely unbridled, rampaging overbearingly, killing anyone who dared to stand in their way.

The demonic cultivators wreaked havoc, plunging the people into misery and suffering. Chen Fan wished he could eradicate the Myriad Demon Islands with his lonesome strength.

Finally, their killing spree provoked the wrath of the Tianwu Continent. The continent’s top-tier forces united, gathering their strength to launch a counterattack.

They invaded the islands, and a massive, brutal war broke out.

The Myriad Demon Islands kept retreating in defeat, losing battle after battle, and were forced back to the demonic mountain.

The Tianwu Continent won the incomparably massive war between the immortal path and the demonic path, and the flames of war enveloped every corner and every island of the Myriad Demon Islands.

It was as if Chen Fan’s will had merged with heaven and earth itself, allowing him to see every corner.

He saw the Tianwu Continent’s people seizing their trophies of war, rampaging across the demonic islands, and either killing or enslaving the rulers and inhabitants.

They plundered all the resources on the demonic islands and massacred the demonic cultivators. Thinking themselves justice incarnates, they wanted to eradicate the dark demonic cultivators.

In this vision, he saw low-level demonic cultivators getting killed. He witnessed an ordinary family, once living in peace, swept into the storm of justice—only to meet a tragic end.

He saw too many cruel visions. He even saw Xiaoyu, Madam Mo, Demon King Xuan Ting and Princess Xuan Shitong.

Demon King Xuan Ting resisted but was ultimately killed by the powerhouses.

Xuan Shitong, spared only for her beauty, was taken away by those so-called incarnates of justice.

Chen Fan’s complexion paled, his heart trembling violently. He wanted to stop this storm.

When he saw the demonic cultivators slaughtering the people of the Tianwu Continent, his fury burned, driving him to wish for their annihilation. It was a natural anger against a common enemy.

But when those incarnates of justice began their own killing spree, doubt crept into his heart.

The vision of Demon King Xuan Ting’s death and Xuan Shitong’s fate struck him the hardest; they were his friends. Only when tragedy struck close to home did the impact resonate the strongest.

He questioned: did those ordinary, low-level demonic cultivators—innocent and helpless—truly deserve to die?

Was there any difference between those Tianwu Continent martial artists invading the Myriad Demon Islands and the demonic cultivators rampaging through the Tianwu Continent?

The visions continued. The Myriad Demon Islands were approaching destruction, drowning in misery and suffering. Deaths and injuries piled up as countless lives were lost.

Chen Fan saw the lands being dyed red in blood and the waters of the Endless Sea stained crimson.

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He saw the Tianwu Continent’s martial artists occupy the Myriad Demon Islands and divide it up among themselves.

Afterward, internal strife broke out between those victors who had rallied against their common enemy. A new war erupted majestically.

This war had no demonic cultivators, for it was internal strife between the martial artists of the Tianwu Continent.

Forces were annihilated one after another, only to be replaced by new ones, perpetuating an endless cycle.

As the wheels of history rolled over, all that remained were mountains of bones.

Chen Fan felt lost and let out a deep sigh.

He doubted the path of the immortal, the path of the demon, and even himself.

Then, he realized—it was all a dream.

He was still sitting on that big rock, resting, as if he had never left.

The visions dissolved like mist, leaving him under the open blue sky.

Chen Fan looked up at the void, where a faint silhouette emerged, quietly watching him. A voice echoed in his ear.

“What did you see?”

“I saw the true nature of the world of cultivation. The fighting never ends. Good and evil will always exist. As long as one lives in this world, one cannot escape or eradicate it,” Chen Fan said slowly.

“Did you see immortals and demons?” asked the silhouette.

“In this world, there are no immortals or demons. It all depends on one’s heart.” Chen Fan sighed.