Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Chapter 1544 The Exploiter of the Great Demon (67)

Crying is contagious!

Sadness is contagious, and positive energy can influence those around us. Be positive, happy, and brave as we move forward.

Their parting, their farewell, their weeping—it was contagious, and those around them joined in the crying.

It seems that, in comparison, the crying and sadness of the three people are only separations in life, while the great demon and the mountain spirit are about to be separated by death, forever separated by heaven and earth!

Who suffers the most pain, who is the most heartbroken? Of course, it's the scene of farewell, that's the most heart-wrenching.

The mountain spirit wept, sobbing and lamenting softly.

Mountain Spirit: "Waaah, brother, don't leave me. I don't know how to face what's to come, how to live tomorrow."

Mountain Spirit: "You know how difficult it is for someone who's practically dead to return to life!"

The great demon gave a slight smile and spoke softly.

Great Demon: "Little sister, you can do it!"

The Great Demon said, "You've always been so capable and shrewd. The family's responsibilities have been handled with ease in your hands, and it's gradually growing stronger. You can do it; you'll soon become powerful on your own. This is what I most look forward to and hope for."

The Great Demon: "Little sister, be strong, don't cry."

The Great Demon: "After I leave, return to the Mountain Spirit Clan, take charge of the clan, and restore everything to its original state. You will be the strongest among them."

As the mountain spirit listened to his instructions, it clenched its fists nervously, desperately wanting to grasp everything before it, including human life and spiritual power.

Unfortunately, the great demon's life was slipping away sliver by sliver, little by little, rapidly, impossible to hold onto or grasp.

He was able to breathe and say a sentence just now, but now he is only able to exhale, not inhale, and he is in great discomfort.

Seeing him teetering on the edge, the mountain spirit felt a pang of sympathy. His life was slipping away bit by bit, and no one could help him. The mountain spirit, who had just received nourishment from the power of the Golden Core, could not yet fully control its power. Apart from restoring vital functions, any extra spiritual energy could not be used to do anything, let alone preserve life or turn the tide to save others.

The mountain spirit was furious and hated itself. It was powerless to watch the person it had spent so many years with leave, leave it, and never see it again, never be able to stay with it again.

She hated herself, hated her helplessness at this moment, unable to do anything except use her meager spiritual power to alleviate his pain a little.

She held a wisp of spiritual energy in her palm and gently, warmly, channeled it into the great demon's body, into his spiritual meridians, and helped him breathe more smoothly.

When his breathing became smooth, he felt much more comfortable. At that moment, all he could think of were the past events, the people he had tried so hard to keep, and the mistakes he had wanted to make up for.

At the moment of his death, he also repented for those cultivators of all kinds who had been deprived of their life, spiritual power, essence, spirit, flesh and blood by him.

He regretted it, and his repentant heart led him to softly speak his truest thoughts.

Great Demon: "So, this is what death feels like."

The great demon said, "Little sister, don't waste your spiritual power!"

The Great Demon: "Depleting my own energy is not something I want to see!"

Mountain Spirit: "Mmm, I just wanted you to feel better, to not be in so much pain, sob sob..."

The mountain spirit spoke softly, sobbing.