The Name of Eternals

Chapter 244: The Kill

On Prison Heaven Island.

After pushing over the second Abyssal Monument, everyone quickly rushed towards the last remaining monument.

"If this doesn't work, we'll have to push this last monument too!"

Someone said in despair.

They would rather be burned to ashes by the scorching sun's flames and enter the River of the Dead than be completely wiped out by the demon saint.

Ji Qingqing heard their words, her body trembling. She quickly got up and ran towards the last Abyssal Monument.

She would defend this last monument with her life!

As she ran, she glanced at the abyss outside the island and saw the huge Abyssal Monument falling, covering a figure.

Tears streamed down her face. When she saw the small red flower floating in the air, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, a searing pain.

She covered her mouth to hold back her sorrow and continued running towards the last monument.

She merged with the guardian spirit at this monument, standing with her sword in hand to defend it.

The others looked at her angrily but did not argue immediately. At their feet, the island suddenly soared up, as if shedding a heavy burden, flying like a bird. The rapid shaking almost threw everyone off the island.

With the loss of the other two Abyssal Chains, the island was pulled upright by the remaining chain, and everyone was shocked. They hurriedly grabbed onto nearby rocks to avoid falling off.

The rocks on the island, with the island completely tilted, rolled off and fell into the abyss.

The falling rocks struck the chains and fell into the abyss below.

As Li Tiangang and Ji Yunqing climbed desperately, they saw the falling rocks and quickly hid in the chain links to avoid being hit.

Once the rocks had mostly fallen, they looked down and saw the demon saint's tentacles all retracting, surrounding the chain they had thrown.

"Thank goodness!"

"The demon saint's target is him. It seems the old madman was right. This dead Wen Ren Ji is instinctively tracking the aura of a saint. He must have had the saintly bones!"

"Saint bones, very rare in our Ji family. What a pity."

"Pity? Weren't you the one pushing the hardest earlier? Now you're changing your tune?"

"Weren't you pushing too? I just gave it a little help."

"Alright, we're not out of danger yet. Why shift the blame now? Scared of the family holding us accountable?"

"It's all Wen Ren Ji's fault anyway."

"By the way, was that Dao Seed also a criminal? Why was he imprisoned here?"

"What are you thinking? Even if a Dao Seed commits a crime, someone else would take the blame. He must have had a reason to be here, probably to rescue someone."

Everyone clung to the rocks, arguing, and looking at Ji Qingqing.

Undoubtedly, the person the Dao Seed came to rescue was her.

When Ji Qingqing was exiled here, they had heard her crime was marrying an outsider. Now it seemed the Dao Seed might be her son? These prisoners, wise from years of experience, quickly guessed the situation, feeling surprised. Could the Dao Seed be of mixed blood? Could a mixed blood become a Dao Seed? When did the Ji family become so desperate?

"Stop talking. Quickly, we need to secure this Abyssal Monument. Don't let it fall!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in alarm.

The Abyssal Monument was slightly loose. With three chains pulling it before, it was stable. Now with only one, it was unstable.

Hearing this, their faces changed. They hurriedly climbed to press it down into the island.

Ji Qingqing, who had been worried they might push this monument, felt a touch of irony seeing their panic. But it also gave her a sense of relief. She turned to the chain and saw Li Tiangang, just a few thousand meters away.

Husband and wife locked eyes. Li Tiangang, excited, shouted, "Qingqing!"

Ji Qingqing felt a wave of sadness, climbing to the chain's end, "Tiangang..."

With the chain no longer pulled into the abyss, the demon saint's suction weakened. Li Tiangang, full of joy and excitement, climbed faster, reaching the chain's end and pulling Ji Qingqing into his arms.

After a deep hug, he quickly looked around, asking, "Where's Hao'er?"

"Hao'er... Hao'er fell into the abyss."

Ji Qingqing's eyes reddened, unable to speak through her tears.

"What?"

Li Tiangang thought he misheard.

Ji Qingqing, crying, couldn't respond.

Realizing what had happened, Li Tiangang felt his entire body burn and then go cold, his mind blanking, unable to hear anything, even his wife's cries.

Fell into the abyss?

Li Tiangang turned stiffly, looking at the chain, the blood lotus of the demon saint, and the bottomless abyss.

How... how could this be...

His mind seemed to freeze. The child, dead? Dead?! His mind buzzed, disbelief and denial flooding him. Before coming, he had resolved to apologize, bow, and even grovel if needed, to make it up to the child.

He didn't want his father to die with regret!

Despite their conflicts, he always saw the child as his own, hoping he would become better.

But now, dead? His mind seemed wooden, tears finally welling up after a long time.

He thought of scenes in the courtyard.

The child painting, smiling brightly.

Chatting with his uncle, lively.

Lying on the rocking chair, relaxed and lazy.

Each time, he frowned, watching.

But now, he would never see it again.

Not even the child's playful figure. "This can't be true, right, Qingqing."

His voice was hoarse and trembling. Despite witnessing the deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers, and his close friends, he had never shed a tear. His father had taught him that men on the battlefield only shed blood, not tears. But now, he cried.

Ji Qingqing, sobbing, couldn't respond.

"Is Hao'er...?"

Ji Yunqing, realizing the situation, trembled, shocked. "Is it Le Ping?!"

Hearing the name, Ji Qingqing's grief intensified.

"Le Ping is the name I gave him, Tiangang. Did you tell him? It's my fault, I caused his death..."

Ji Yunqing, stunned, couldn't believe it.

The child, fallen into the abyss? He couldn't accept it. The child, who had become a legend in the Ji family, defeating all prodigies, surpassing saints, creating an invincible myth, now dead?

A rising star, extinguished before reaching its peak?

"How could this happen, the chain, this..."

Ji Yunqing looked up, seeing the tilted island, realizing what had occurred.

His face flushed with anger and sorrow: "Why didn't you push our monument? Why the child's? Why?!!"

His furious roar reached the island, and those who pushed the monuments looked guilty. If given another choice, they might have pushed theirs first, but the situation was dire, and they had no time.

"I'd rather we fall than that child. He was just a child!!"

Ji Yunqing's grief echoed, lamenting the loss of the Ji family's brightest hope, now gone.

"You deserve death, all of you!!"

Ji Yunqing's eyes filled with blood, grief turning to murderous rage.

Everyone's faces changed. The Dao domain elder looked grim. Ji Yunqing, in the Peaceful Path realm, was far beyond his weakened state, even with a burning soul.

Li Tiangang, hearing Ji Yunqing's roar, understood the cause.

Seeing the single chain reaching the sky, his heart trembled, feeling like vomiting blood.

Did he indirectly cause Li Hao's death? If he hadn't come, the chain wouldn't have been Li Hao's.

Realizing this, his head buzzed, his Dao heart feeling like it was burning.

Did he send Li Hao to his death? He only wanted to apologize...

Why did this happen?

Li Tiangang, eyes vacant, couldn't speak.

...

In the abyss.

As the Abyssal Monument fell, its force hurt Li Hao's body.

Near the abyss, close to the demon saint, Li Hao pushed the monument off, wiping blood from his face, climbing to the other side of the monument, activating the saintly mark within him.

Only this mark could save him now.

As his consciousness touched it, the mark glowed silver but quickly dimmed.

Li Hao's face changed, trying again, the silver light flickering, then fading.

Blocked by the demon saint?

Shocked and angry, he tried repeatedly, to no avail.

Darkness and stench surrounded him, as tentacles swung at him.

Despair filled him. Was this his end? Staring at the distant sky, he realized no one cared about his fate.

Despair turned to rage, a fire burning within him, as he roared, his voice silenced by the demon saint's laws.

Furiously, he swung his fists, striking at the tentacles.

With a crash, a tentacle struck the monument and chain, another swinging at Li Hao. Before it hit, its force seemed to crush his bones.

Filled with despair, he swung wildly.

The tentacle struck, knocking Li Hao into the demon saint's gaping maw.

He punched madly, hitting the tentacles.

His body shattered, flesh torn, the tentacle's force beyond his endurance.

His bones, like divine weapons, barely held together, preventing his complete destruction.

Inside the maw, he fell into a dark, sticky place.

His flesh was torn, only tendons clinging to bones, as he lay in the abyss.

The mouth closed, shutting out the last light.

But moments later, he felt himself falling again.

No, to be precise, it was the demon saint's body that was falling rapidly.

He felt a sense of weightlessness, as if his body was floating, but soon the falling stopped, and he landed heavily on the sticky ground.

Then, there seemed to be vibrations around him, followed by large amounts of liquid dripping down.

Had he fallen to the bottom of the abyss? Li Hao thought, and at this moment, instead of anger, he felt an indescribable calm.

More and more liquid flowed in, landing on his broken body, causing a burning pain.

Was his fate to be digested?

Li Hao's mouth twitched slightly as he stared into the pitch-black darkness. Suddenly, he found the whole experience absurd. Was his transmigration really just a cruel joke?

Had he come to this world just to suffer?

What a pity, he hadn't even said goodbye to Elder Feng.

He hadn't guided Qianqian in her swordsmanship to help her attain the Dao.

And Yuan Zhao, that kid, without his parents or him around, would he be bullied in the future?

These thoughts drifted through his mind.

The burning pain intensified all over his body.

Suddenly, large chunks of soft flesh, along with liquid, fell on him.

Then, the surroundings violently shook, like a cataclysm, with large pieces of soft flesh and hard bones crashing down on him.

A large amount of foul-smelling liquid, seemingly blood, splashed around, surrounding Li Hao.

Li Hao was submerged in the blood, almost choking.

This blood had a strong corrosive power, making his entire body feel like it was in boiling water, tearing him apart with burning pain.

His flesh was being ripped apart and falling off, but his bones were still resisting, protecting his consciousness and soul.

In this pain that felt like being flayed alive, Li Hao looked around, shocked to find that the demon saint that had swallowed him seemed... dead? The towering petals of the blood lotus were falling weakly, breaking off and crashing into the blood sea, splashing up hundreds of meters high waves of blood.

The blood, like waves, submerged Li Hao again, pushing him back to the bottom of the blood lake.

Li Hao struggled desperately to swim up. As soon as he emerged, he saw other parts of the demon saint's body rotting and falling, no longer as soft and powerful as before.

Li Hao floated in the waves of blood, his bones being eroded by the blood.

The demon saint is dead? Li Hao looked at the collapsing gigantic body of the demon saint in disbelief.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his eyes widened.

Could it be... that in his desperate punches, he accidentally triggered the 1% lethal attribute?!

Li Hao was stunned by this thought.

This demon saint... was killed by him?!

He was a bit dazed, but at this moment, he couldn't care about the reason. His once despairing heart now surged with a strong desire to live.

He struggled desperately in the sea of blood, trying to climb up. However, despite the demon saint's body collapsing, the law power still hadn't dissipated, preventing him from using his qi. His strength couldn't be released.

He could only rely on his physical body to swim in this sea of blood.

But the demon saint's blood seemed to have strong corrosive power. His flesh was falling off more and more, and his exposed bones were being burned and eroded. Even his body, comparable to a nine-forged divine weapon, was about to dissolve.