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The Blood Flame Sword, forged from Dark Iron Stone, has severed the blood of countless demons. It was created by combining the essence of the sun and moon with the lifetime power of the Su Family's founder.
It is said that this sword is entirely blood-red, with a blade that ripples like flowing spring water. When swung, it can unleash red flames, embodying True Fire that can incinerate anything in existence. The sword is capable of vanquishing all demons and monsters, and it is one of the three treasures of the Su Family, though it has been lost for over a century.
Legend has it that no creature can emerge unscathed beneath its blade. It inflicts wounds not only on the body but also disturbs the soul, potentially leading to complete annihilation.
I heard a joyful laugh echoing in my mind, yet the man before me remained silent, his gaze unwavering and resolute as he stared at me without uttering a word.
My heart tightened with a piercing pain, and a tear slipped from the corner of my eye as he stepped closer.
"Jun Chong!" Shizui shouted with concern, "You are a soul entity; you must leave the Blood Flame! Otherwise, your soul will be separated, and all our efforts will be in vain."
"Separation would be best; his death would be best. Who told him to prevent my birth? I am his child, yet he has tried to kill me time and again!"
The voice of the child resonated throughout the room, a tender tone filled with heart-wrenching rage and sorrowful sobs.
"He is my father, yet he wants me dead. Why did he allow me to exist in the first place? I hate him for making my mother cry; I hate him for wanting to kill me. All I wanted was to be born, to be held by my mother and loved by my father. Am I wrong?"
Each question echoed back in the small room, filled with heartbreaking cries that blurred my vision. I blinked hard and wiped away the tears from my eyes. My heart ached deeply, yet I couldn't understand why I was crying.
"Demon Fetus, Jun Chong has spent millennia sealing you away just to delay your birth while searching for a feasible solution. Do not let your momentary anger lead you down a path of darkness; this will not only endanger you but also harm Anxin. Isn't she your mother? For her sake, please let go."
Shizui's voice carried a calming influence as I slightly raised my head to look at him. In my dazed gaze, he seemed incredibly familiar, yet I couldn't recall why.
"I don't believe you! You are in league with him! The heavens have granted me an opportunity as my mother's power surges; this is my best chance to break free from this seal! I will not back down. I will take my mother to find the King of Hell. Let me tell you—I will protect her! We do not need you!"
"Baby?"
I called out, wanting to ask if the man before me was truly his father. The hand holding the sword paused for a moment, and Jun Chong silently stepped forward again, blood streaming down as red flames scorched from his wound. Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, his intense gaze never leaving me.
"Don't come closer, don't come closer."
I felt a surge of panic, but my hands refused to obey, unable to retract. Watching the beads of sweat forming on his forehead made my heart ache even more.
"Why are you telling me not to come closer?" Magnetism's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an irresistible allure. He took another step forward and slowly reached out his hand toward me. "Do you feel who I am?"
"I—I—" I shook my head vigorously and then closed my eyes. "I don’t know, I don’t know."
"Anxin." When a cool touch brushed against my cheek, fragments of memories flickered in my mind. My heart stirred as he lifted my chin.
"Don't come near Mom!"
I saw my left hand strike uncontrollably against his chest, the heat radiating from my palm. He coughed once, spitting out blood, but casually wiped it away and smiled faintly at me.
"Anxin, only now do I understand how you felt when I returned with amnesia and didn’t recognize you. Perhaps I truly hurt your heart, so heaven arranged this scene for me to experience the same pain." He chuckled lightly at this, his deep eyes shimmering with emotion. "It truly is a heart-wrenching agony."
"I—I—who are you?!"
I felt the tightly closed nerves within me begin to snap one by one with his words and actions. In the fragments of memory swirling in my mind, there were only my tears, while the image of his face remained blurred.
Only when a crystalline tear slipped from the corner of his eye did my burning heart turn icy cold.
"Anxin, who I am—you have always known. You said that even if we part ways, love wouldn’t fade; even if forgotten, the deepest part of your heart would still remember."
He tightly grasped my left wrist with one hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing the corner of my mouth, his gaze soft and indulgent.
"I know that since the existence of this child, there has been an insurmountable chasm between us. I understand your feelings for the child, but even with hatred lingering between you and the child, my choice will always be you. Anxin, you are my only one. In a person's life, there may be many 'onlys,' but for us in the Demon Clan, 'only' means giving one's heart to just one person, and being able to hide only one person within it; that is Mindfulness."
"I—"
My breath quickened, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Though he was a stranger, his words felt achingly familiar, gently penetrating my heart and stirring the deepest, most tender desires within me.
I wanted to draw my sword, but my body was unresponsive; all I could do was let the tears fall one by one.
"Mom, don't be deceived by him. He did those things to you before just to let the dark energy enter your body and strengthen his seal on me. If you soften your heart now, I will truly disappear. Do you want me to die like this? Mom, you said you would love me and protect me!"
"Baby." I lowered my head, as if seeing a child in my womb crying sadly.
It was my child, connected to me by blood; it was my most important existence, so I could not harm it. Even though the person before me brought me joy and pain in equal measure, at this moment, my choice felt familiar.
"Mom will protect you; I will never let anyone harm you. Otherwise, I will kill them."
I gritted my teeth and steeled my heart, forcefully drawing out Blood Flame. Jun Chong stumbled back as I felt his fingertips slip away from mine, a familiar scene vividly imprinting itself in my mind.
Once upon a time, there had been a similar farewell.
An instinct compelled me to reach out and grab that hand, but suddenly a force from behind yanked me out of the window—it was the Red Skull that had escaped earlier, now emanating a strong attraction that pulled me toward it.
"Anxin, don’t go!"
I heard him calling out loudly to me as my outstretched hand fell helplessly to the ground.
“Is Anxin really my name?”
I murmured to myself, watching Shizui step forward to support Jun Chong, applying a blue liquid from a bottle onto his wound. I seemed to remember that bottle as I pressed my hand against my heart.
“Anxin, peace of mind, everything Mindfulness?”
Unnoticed by anyone, a tiny white creature quietly crawled out from beneath the lifeless body of Bai Su, slipping away into the darkness.
Tears vanished with the wind, falling without a trace, and in my last moments of sight, I saw his blurred cries, shaking my spirit with unease.
I leaned against an opening, watching the gradual rise of the sun. The dazzling light scattered around me, somewhat blinding.
Red Skull floated silently nearby. I turned to look at it; in my hazy memory, it seemed like many snakes had fallen out from within it. A surge of anger spread through me as I raised my hand and struck it with a sword, splitting it apart until it vanished.
“Mommy, are you angry?”
A tender voice echoed in my ear. I lowered my head and placed my hand on my abdomen, closing my eyes and remaining silent. The voice immediately took on a tone of urgency.
“The baby knows that what they did wasn't right, but the baby just wants to be born, just wants to feel Mommy's embrace. The baby also wants to have love from Mommy and Daddy like other children do, but Daddy... he always doesn’t want me to be born.”
A gentle breeze brushed against me, and I felt something soft touch my cheek. Slowly opening my eyes, I realized I was no longer at the opening but standing beneath a blood-red tree.
The branches swayed, and among the countless red leaves was a small body. It looked up at me with wide eyes, appearing both timid and pitiful.
I blinked in surprise as I observed her small form resembling that of a human infant, only her skin was very pale—almost transparent—and her eyes were strikingly dark and deep, just like those in my memory.
I took a step forward and reached out my hand, but she quickly said, “Mommy, don’t touch! This thing will hurt your body.”
"Not anymore, because she has also entered the Spirit."
A strange voice abruptly interrupted. I squinted my eyes, and before I could react, my body had already responded, with Blood Flame aimed sharply at the person's throat.
A hand emerged effortlessly from the wide Black Sleeves, pinching the Sword Tip between two fingers. The wind surged, yet it merely lifted the edge of his large cloak, leaving the Cloak Hood that obscured his face completely undisturbed.
A delicate voice drifted out from within, carrying a familiar hint of amusement. "I never would have guessed that Blood Flame was hidden inside you all along!"
"Who are you?"
"Don't you dare harm my mother!"
"It doesn't matter who I am; what matters is that I can break the seal on the child. Do you need that?"
"Are you really so kind?" I retracted Blood Flame, leaving a scratch on his fingers. He boasted lightly, laughed, and with a flick of his hand, the wound vanished. "How could that be?"
"Blood Flame cannot harm me. It's just a pity that Realgar hasn't been put to good use!" His voice was low and soft, laced with a sinister undertone that sent chills down my spine. "But it's fine; sacrificing a snake demon to awaken you uncontrollably isn't such a bad thing."
"You designed all of this?"
He chuckled softly and nodded. "Yes, it has been from the very beginning."
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