Suva smiled but didn’t answer.
Feng Guang kept her eyes fixed on the darkness ahead of her. “I know why you said those things in front of Xiaoxiao. If she hates you, she’ll cling to me more easily.”
“Those words… weren’t meant to trick Xiaoxiao.”
Feng Guang gave a short laugh. “Suva, tell me—why have I died so many times, only to be revived again and again? What exactly did you do?”
“You really want to know?”
“Of course I do.” She lifted her gaze to him. “Tell me everything.”
Suva hesitated, then slowly said, “I don’t know why it happens. Maybe I’m just not good enough. Every time your memories resurface, you want to leave me. I want to keep you, so… I can only imprison you in Wuming Residence.”
“And in the end, I always end up taking my own life, don’t I?”
His eyes darkened. “Yes.”
A surge of bitterness rose in her chest. “If I’ve already died so many times, why still refuse to let me go?”
“I won’t let you die. And I won’t let you go.” Suva chuckled softly, with a kind of dangerous allure. “Every time you die, I cut off one of my arms to rebuild your body. Nothing makes better material than my own flesh.”
Feng Guang froze at that, stunned for a long time. “Your body?” she repeated in disbelief.
“Strictly speaking, I’m just devouring energy—I don’t truly have a body. But for you, I choose to appear in human form. Feng Guang, do you know? The three realms are filled with devouring energy. It hides in the darkest corners of human hearts, waiting for the right moment to drag them further into shadow. My memories of you exist in what I call my ‘body.’ I cut off an arm to remake your body, and I seal your soul inside my heart. As long as I take my heart out and place it into your new body, you’ll live again.”
“You don’t even feel pain!?” Feng Guang couldn’t wrap her mind around it—this body of hers, crafted from his devouring energy… And the thought of him cutting off limbs, gouging out his own heart, while speaking of it so lightly, was unbearable.
Suva smiled. “I’m not afraid of pain. And bringing you back, keeping you by my side—that’s worth it.”
No… something’s wrong…
Feng Guang suddenly stopped walking, her mind racing back to the letter. The letter had said he hid Xiaoxiao, that he wanted to use her, that what he really sought was her heart. But now everything seemed reversed.
“You said… my body right now carries your heart. Then why—why would you need mine?”
“My… need your heart?” Suva blinked, genuinely puzzled. With his flawless face showing that kind of dazed expression, he almost looked innocent.
Innocent—what a sick joke.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten!? Taibai Jinxing told me—it was you who said you wanted my heart!”
“Taibai Jinxing…” He thought for a moment, then suddenly looked enlightened. “After the great war more than a hundred years ago, Taibai Jinxing asked me what I wanted from you. My answer was… that I wanted your heart.”
Taibai Jinxing had never been in love. The old fool had read plenty of books, but to him, someone like Suva—a great demon lord—was incapable of such feelings. Ancient texts said eating a celestial’s heart granted eternal life and resurrection. Suva already had eternal life, so naturally, he must have wanted resurrection.