1. The Death
"Be a good boy and turn over the Chaos stone, Wu Xing, and I'll make things easy for you!"
"Old devil Wu, you should stop this useless resisting! All of the other sects united here today to crush your den of demons. We've already set nets above and below ground! This time, you'll definitely lose your head!"
"Wu Xing you despicable monster, you killed tens of millions of lives to get this Stone! You've already committed a heinous crime worthy of retribution! It's an unforgivable sin! Too vile!"
Wu Xing wore a shredded black robe, his hair billowing wildly. His body was bathed in blood from head to toe as he surveyed the scene around him. The mountain breeze made his bloody robes flutter like a war banner in the wind.
The fresh red blood poured from hundreds of wounds on his body. Just by standing there for a while, Wu Xing had already gathered a large puddle beneath his feet.
His enemies circled him in a ring, cutting off all possible ways of escape. It seemed set that he had no choice but to die today. Wu Xing saw the situation as clearly as a blazing fire. But even though death was imminent, he remained calm, his expression flat. His eyes were like distant, ancient pools of water, and just as before—filled with a bottomless depth.
The crowds of heroes from other Sects that surrounded him weren't just one branch of venerable Elders. There were also renowned heroes and youths. All of them securely surrounded Wu Xing, some roaring with rage, some smiling coldly, some squinting with suspicious, narrow-eyed stars or fearful glances as they clutched at their wounds.
None of them made a move, all in dread of Wu Xing's last stand before his death. Just like this, the crowd nervously surrounded him for the space of six hours. As the sun set, its evening glow kindled the clouds and made them as radiant as a flame. Wu Xing, who had been as quiet and still as a statue this whole time, slowly turned. There was a commotion amongst the gathered heroes as they all drew back a big step.
By now, the greyish-white mountain rocks beneath Wu Xing's feet had long been dyed a dark red. His face was pale white from loss of blood, and in the glow of sunset, it suddenly acquired a sweet and beautiful glow.
Looking at the scenery of mountains against the setting sun, Wu Xing smiled softly. "The setting sun upon the blue mountains, the spring breeze with the autumn moon. It's as they say. As the sun sets, a young dynasty draws to its end with the snows. Right or wrong, victory or defeat; one turn of the head renders it empty."
The memories buried deep in his heart came to vivid form this instant, flashing lifelike before his eyes.
"In the end, I was defeated." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart. He was filled with emotion, but he had no regrets. He saw this result early on when he made his choice, and prepared for it in his heart.
A so-called evil way, or Dao, was one that didn't cultivate merit but killed and burned. Their crimes were such that neither men nor gods could forgive them, their enemies universal, and yet they had to march on unhindered to one's heart's content.
'If the Chaos stone I gainers is as useful as it was described in scripture, then I'll become an evil devil in my next reincarnation, too!' Thus thinking, Wu Xing couldn't help but let up a loud laugh.
"Old Wu, what are you laughing about?"
"Everyone, be careful! The fiend's launching a counterattack before he dies!"
"Hurry up and hand over the Chaos Stone!"
The heroes forced themselves forward, all crowded together, when a sudden BANG occurred as Wu Xing self-detonated.