The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Li Dao finished looking at the first half of Nightmare's life and slowly opened his eyes.

Nightmare stood to the side, smiling without saying a word. He had the appearance of an intellectual middle-aged uncle.

Right now, Li Dao's true age was only less than 200 years. But, strictly speaking, he had already lived several thousands of years before Nightmare became a part of the Dao.

Li Dao bent his knees and knelt before Nightmare, looking extremely serious.

The man had gold on his knees and was kneeling in front of his parents.

Li Dao was an orphan when he was young. Without parents, he did not respect the heavens or the earth, so it was basically impossible for him to kneel down.

But now, he was kneeling to Nightmare, not because Nightmare had driven Yang Jian and the others away, nor because Nightmare had saved him, but because of Nightmare's kindness in transmitting his Taoism.

To pass on the Dao was greater than the heavens and earth. One could not help but kneel.

Having experienced the first half of Nightmare's life, he naturally experienced the process of him becoming a devil, and saw the dao that he comprehended.

Nightmare was originally a mortal scholar. His hand was powerless, and his name was Song Xueyi.

Just like most of the scholars, the young Song Xueyi was studying hard, while the old Song Xueyi was studying hard for more than ten years. Her father had died early, and her mother had grown up by his side. She had a childhood sweetheart, and they had an intimate relationship with each other.

Song Xueyi had studied diligently and studied diligently. He had entered the capital at the age of 15 to pursue his studies, and had gone from being a scholar to an Elementary Scholar and then to becoming a High Scholar.

Having won the top scholar, his status had changed. He could live up to his expectations and become famous throughout the world. Song Xueyi was born with such good skin. When the prime minister wanted to marry his daughter, the emperor wanted to make him his consort. The brothel's courtesan was willing to give him a thousand gold just to beg for his inscription poem.

Song Xueyi had already refused. There was still a girl waiting for him at home, waiting for him to fulfill his promise when he returned to be the top scholar in high school.

Returning home in glory was originally a glorious affair.

Riding his big horse, Song Xueyi returned to his hometown. He was so happy that he wanted to share his success with his mother and the girl.

After leaving home for fifteen years, Song Xueyi was excited and nervous at the same time.

When he reached the front of the house, he realized that the yard was already filled with weeds. The door had been corroded by the rain and was in ruins.

At first, Song Xueyi only thought that his mother had moved into the house, so he went to the childhood sweetheart's house to inquire about her mother's whereabouts.

When the old man saw him, he just shook his head and sighed and walked him out the door.

Under his constant questioning, the girl's father revealed a piece of news that was like a bolt out of the blue.

It turned out that in the years that Song Xueyi had been studying, he had once met the girl that he had sworn an oath with and forcefully wanted to take her away.

The girl was at home, helping her mother. Her mother had risked her life to stop the newcomer from taking her away, but the result was that she was stabbed through with a knife by a bodyguard of the Prince of Martialism.

His mother had died, and no one had been buried. Only his neighbors had been wrapped in straw mats and hastily buried by the small mountain path. They hadn't even erected a tablet.

Song Xueyi could not accept what the girl's old man had said, much less how he would react to it.

He left the girl's house in a daze, found his mother's corpse, and buried it again for three years.

To the current Song Xueyi, his name, power, and everything else was no longer important. After being filial to his mother for three full years, Song Xueyi was going to look for that girl.

Song Xueyi, 33 years old, arrived at the Martial Imperial Manor and saw the girl with a smile like a flower.

In his memory, the girl with the smile like a flower had already become a woman. She was no longer that immature, but had an old and numb look on her face. She was in her thirties, yet her temples were gray, and her eyes were lifeless.

Seeing Song Xue Yi again, Fang Hua's dead girl's eyes came to life. Without a word, she crashed into the red pillar of the Martial Imperial Manor.

Perhaps she had only lived this long to see him once!

Song Xueyi had left behind blood and tears as he killed his way towards King Wu Ping's heir on the spot. But how could a mere scholar like him be a match for King Wu Ping?

Song Xueyi was dead. His body was hung on the city gate and exposed for half a month.

No one would offend the King of Power for an infuriated young man who had resigned from his post. As a result, there was an extra evil spirit in the city.

Song Xueyi, whose resentment had turned into evil spirits, sought the life of King Wu Ping. However, King Wu Ping had a high position and was protected by a martial arts master.

His body was killed, his soul scattered after being exposed to the sun for half a month. Song Xueyi did not die. He still had his grievances, and if the heavens did not give him justice, he would go and demand it himself.

This obsession had persisted for a long time, growing through the consumption of worldly resentment. Coincidentally, this resentment that floated between heaven and earth was attached to a rock left behind by the Nuwa Heaven Mending Goddess.

With the nourishment of the Heaven Mending Stone, the resentment gradually dissipated and a new soul was born.

The new life form of the Heaven Mending Stone had inherited Song Xueyi's memories. He instinctively believed himself to be Song Xueyi, so he continued to use the name Song Xueyi.

He went to look for Wu Ping Wang for revenge, but the world was changeable, the world was in flux, and Wu Ping Wang had already passed away.

Song Xueyi was unwilling to give up. He went to the Underworld to snatch the life and death scroll and found the reincarnated King Wu Ping.

King Wu Ping reincarnated and became a musician who pulled Erhu along. He even fell in love with a girl and had deep feelings for her.

Without a second word, Song Xue Yi killed the musician and tormented his soul until it disappeared.

After killing the musician, Song Xueyi did not get the consolation of taking revenge. Instead, he felt uneasy in his heart.

The girl who was in love with the musician was heartbroken. She had repeatedly sought revenge on Song Xuanyi, but she was just a mortal. How could she take revenge? In the end, she committed suicide in front of Song Xueyi.

When the girl died in front of him, her despairing look before she died caused Song Xuanyi to be greatly shocked. He suddenly realized that he was Song Xueyi, not the original Song Xueyi. In the end, he was just a new life whose resentment had been purified by the Heaven Mending Stone.

From then on, Song Xueyi was still Song Xueyi. He was a completely new Song Xueyi. He brought up that musician, Erhu, and started to float around the world, observing the love between a man and a woman.

After drifting for who knows how many years, he came across many immortals and devils along the way. His knowledge gradually widened as he comprehended the great Dao of lust and became the current Blood Cloth of Nightmare Song.

Li Dao had experienced most of Song Xueyi's life before he comprehended the Dao of Emotions, and more than half of the dao essence remaining in Old Lord Taishang's body faded away. Although his injuries were not completely healed, he had regained his basic fighting strength.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. Li Dao will never forget it!"

This illusion was the life of Song Xuanyi, and it was also his path of cultivation. Song Xuanyi had selflessly passed on his dao to him; how could Li Dao not be grateful?

This was the true devil of character, an open and unrestrained devil, an unrestrained devil.

"When I am in a good mood, I always play a song when I see people. Others don't see my path, but you do. It just means that we are fated, and it's not much of a favor. "If you want, I think we can be friends." Dressed in white, just like Li Dao, the man had a bright smile on his face as he extended a hand towards Li Dao.

Seeing the man's candid smile, Li Dao also extended his hand and stood up. With a carefree smile, he said, "You are older than me, so you should be my brother!"

"That's right, you should be my younger brother!"

The two of them held hands and laughed heartily as they chatted. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, who were watching from the side, were completely baffled.