"The destruction of my Profound Ice Qilin clan was a conspiracy of the Spirit Realm, and an atrocity committed by the traitors of Xuantian Continent.
"I refuse to sink into silence like this. The wronged souls of my clan have yet to disperse; this blood debt must be repaid."
Cold energy surged around the Profound Ice Qilin, and the temperature inside the cave plummeted in an instant. Its eyes seemed to burn with ghostly blue flames—the seething hatred carved deep into its bones.
Chen Ze's scalp tingled as he listened, and his heart could not help but tremble. Such a tragic past was far beyond anything he had imagined.
For a time, sympathy, solemn awe, and gravity tangled within his heart.
Though he had never personally suffered such a catastrophic slaughter of an entire clan, he could still keenly feel the grief and despair in the Profound Ice Qilin's words.
Those horrific scenes seemed to unfold vividly before his eyes through the Profound Ice Qilin's account. The stench of blood seemed ready to rush at his face, making even his breathing heavy and stifled.
"Senior... please restrain your grief," Chen Ze said with difficulty, yet he did not know what words of comfort he could offer. Those wounds had been etched into the soul—how could a few weightless words of consolation ever soothe them?
The Profound Ice Qilin raised its head slightly, trying not to let the crystal tears brimming in its eyes fall. Yet in the end, they still struck the ground and instantly froze into translucent ice crystals.
"After that calamity, my heart was filled with grief and hatred. Dragging my shattered body along, I searched everywhere for a chance to take revenge.
"But unexpectedly, another force lurking in the shadows set its sights on me. They laid