God of Pets Chapter 929: The Devil of the Mind

Upon seeing Bu Changning, who appeared ghostly, Chen Guan felt as if his mind had plunged into an endless abyss, continuously sinking downward.

All past events, all emotions, all sensations rushed by like a time tunnel.

People can live without emotions, but they cannot live without experiences, without feelings, without memories.

There is no such thing as being untainted by the mud of the world; every experience leaves its mark on one’s body and memory, an indelible brand of life.

No matter how noble a soul, it requires the embrace of the flesh to exist.

Even the most beautiful woman harbors filth within her intestines.

No one can be utterly pure; as long as one lives in this world, the soul’s journey inherently contains dark corners.

At this moment, Bu Changning was like a devil wandering through the city of spiritual time, seeking out the darkest corners of the heart, using the imprints of life to strike at the deepest soul.

Falling, constantly falling, countless emotions surged into Chen Guan’s mind, making his body tremble.

The cowardice and fear after being bullied in childhood, the confusion and ignorance of growing up, the anger and frustration after being deceived, the regret after doing wrong, the helplessness in the face of death.

The shadows from the depths of his heart continuously enlarged, transforming into demons that devoured and tore at the bright places of his soul.

Heroic Spirit Unsheathed disintegrated not because it was crushed by Bu Changning’s power, but because Chen Guan’s mind had already been eroded by those demons, leaving him unable to maintain anything else.

The Secret God Pearl in Chen Guan’s hand also lost its brilliance, becoming dull and dim.

The space locked by the Secret God Pearl was restored, unable to trap Qi Tianxin and his companions; Chen Guan’s gaze became vacant as he stood in the void, seemingly losing all spirit.

Upon seeing this, Qi Tianxin was overjoyed; he no longer had thoughts of escaping, gripping the Emperor’s Above Sword, he slashed at Chen Guan.

Chen Guan seemed to be completely controlled by Bu Changning, devoid of self-awareness, and naturally unable to use various abilities.

As Qi Tianxin’s sword struck, he immediately saw Chen Guan’s body being cleaved into two, his bloody form continuously falling through the air.

Qi Tianxin flashed forward, ripping off the mask on Chen Guan’s face, removing part of the helmet to reveal that face.

"Chen Guan... it really is you... how could you possibly deceive me..." Qi Tianxin laughed skywards, "You’re strong, but you made the mistake of arrogance, you shouldn’t have given me a chance, giving me a chance has already sealed your fate, villains always die from talking too much... haha..."

Qi Tianxin couldn’t stop laughing, laughing wildly, laughing bending forward and backward, laughing until tears flew out, and his whole body trembled.

Unable to stop, couldn’t stop, Qi Tianxin continued to laugh, soon laughing until tears of blood flowed, his eyes full of terror.

"Changning... what are you doing... haha..." Qi Tianxin realized the problem, but he was unable to stop anything, as the shadows within were turning into demons devouring the bright places of his soul.

"You have done me a favor. No one in this world can kill you in front of me, except for me." Bu Changning said lightly.

"Changning... haha... no... haha... that... haha... you... haha... listen... hahaha..." Qi Tianxin laughed with tears and blood flying, unable to speak clearly, his gaze growing more frenzied, until the last thread of reason was completely devoured by darkness.

Beside him, Qing Ya’s complexion was also extremely grim.

Qi Tianxin’s mind was entirely focused on Chen Guan, completely unaware he had fallen into the trap as well, and the shadows in his heart were too many, which was one reason he didn’t notice immediately.

Qing Ya, however, realized immediately that in Bu Changning’s current state, his ability attacked indiscriminately.

Qing Ya felt her soul being gradually consumed by darkness, inwardly lamenting.

She had thought she found a chance to escape, only to fall from the tiger’s den into the wolf’s mouth, feeling her soul rapidly descending into an endless abyss.

Qing Ya exhausted all means to escape this predicament, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop her soul from being consumed by dark demons.

For this power did not originate externally but from her own inner shadows, and the hardest battle for a person is not against others but against oneself.

Qing Ya’s gaze changed, the corners of her mouth curling into an evil smile beyond her control.

"Get away from me... my fate can only be in my own hands... it’s only my place to toy with others’ fates... who could ever control my destiny... all of you, get away from me..." Qing Ya knew this couldn’t continue, her theatrical power exploded, her body instantly submerged in the river of fate.

Lines of fate connected to her body, binding her like a marionette, pulled by the strings of destiny.

She knew she couldn’t resist the power devouring her soul, so she handed her body over to fate; even if she became a puppet of fate, she couldn’t let Bu Changning completely control her.

As long as she’s not controlled by Bu Changning, she still has a sliver of hope, and maybe one day she can regain herself. Moreover, guided along the lines of fate, theoretically without self there won’t be a huge problem, at least she won’t die.

"Your fate... ends here... a devil shouldn’t remain in the world... come with me to Hell..." Bu Changning stretched out an ephemeral hand, touching Qing Ya’s forehead, leaving a deep black mark like an abyss.

In that instant, Qing Ya felt as if her mind was flooded with ice water, her inner shadows expanding, nearly consuming the last light in her soul.

Yet at that very moment, Qing Ya’s gaze shifted; her face bore a smile like a demon, her eyes cold and emotionless, glaring coldly at Bu Changning, countless lines of fate exploding from the river, wrapping around her.

"Bu Changning... you can never beat me... never..." Qing Ya’s face was wrapped in a demonic smile, her fingers dangling, dancing eerily.

Was it an illusion, or had Bu Changning’s form, like a dark demon, seemingly come under Qing Ya’s control, twisting into various eerie shapes as her fingers danced.