Little You was dead.
Bodhi had no weakness left.
Who had killed Little You?
It seemed she had taken her own life to clear the way for Bodhi and the Ghost God Clan's resentment.
Before she died, she had been hysterical. Only after every drop of blood had left her body did she look like a little girl.
Had her thoughts and those blood arrows truly been under her own control?
Perhaps not.
The blood that had been hers had long since been replaced.
Over two hundred thousand years, each of her ancestors had contributed a drop of their most precious heart's blood. Gathered together, it had remade her.
Little You might have taken her own life. But she might just as well have been killed by the ancestors who had filled her young body and mind with their resentment and hatred.
Killed by Bodhi's relentless indoctrination!
The cause of her death was destined to remain a mystery. No one would ever know the truth.
Li Tianming had never intended to take Little You's life. He had already promised Bodhi that he could free her from this whirlpool of suffering.
With her death, things had gone terribly wrong for both the Yanhuang Continent and the lunar realm.
Bodhi said nothing, but the blood of hatred coursing through him was already churning like rivers overturning seas.
An astonishing killing intent radiated from him. Countless vengeful souls gathered in every particle of his body, snarling and shrieking.
He was calamity and resentment made flesh. A blood feud vast enough to blot out the sky had swallowed him whole.
"You caused the deaths of my wife and children, leaving me in this world to endure the pain of living."
"The Yanhuang Continent and moon behind you condemned my Ghost God Clan to lives