Chen Ze nodded in satisfaction and turned to Lin Bingchun and the others. "What do you think?"
Lin Bingchun drew a deep breath, and the flames of hatred in his eyes were gradually replaced by reason.
The hand gripping his spear trembled slightly before slowly loosening.
Back then, had Chen Ze not given him a chance in much the same way?
His voice was low but firm. "The Domain Lord is merciful. This subordinate is willing to abide by the Domain Lord's decision."
The fury in Ye Moyuan's eyes subsided somewhat, but he was still unwilling to accept it. "Domain Lord, isn't this letting them off too easily?"
Chen Ze's gaze was like lightning as it swept across the devastated battlefield.
In the distance, the enormous crater blasted out by Chaos power was still emitting wisps of blue smoke, while shattered spatial rifts spread like a spiderweb.
"Ye Moyuan, look around you."
Everyone followed his gaze. The Spirit Realm's land had already been torn apart; mountains had collapsed, and rivers had changed course.
In the sky, spatial storms formed from the damage to the origin were still raging.
"Hatred will only breed more hatred," Chen Ze continued.
"If we wipe them all out today, then one day, there will inevitably be others who seek revenge for the Spirit Realm. When that time comes, another bloody storm will arise."
"What I want is not momentary satisfaction in settling grudges, nor temporary revenge, but everlasting peace."
Ye Moyuan pondered for a moment, recalling the scenes he had personally witnessed of Spirit Realm cultivators slaughtering others.
But when he saw Lei Xiao and the others barely clinging to life, he remembered that when the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord had run rampant just now, Spirit Realm cultivators had likewise suffered grievous casualties.
In the end,