"Hatred! Hatred!"
The dead had found their place. They roared as they poured all their resentment into Ye Lingfeng. This "Primordial Demon" had become a body shared by them all. They yearned to command this body and take vengeance upon everything!
Once they gathered as one, they were bound to become a terrifying force. Ye Lingfeng was the converter of this force; without him, they could never amount to anything.
"Love, hatred, vengeance, and entanglements in this mortal world... three souls, one dream; joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—all were but dreamlike bubbles and phantom shadows..."
"Yet even if they are dreams, everyone will still take them seriously. And I, even more so, cannot let go."
If he did not let go, then he would not turn back.
He saw her shaking her head through a rain of tears.
But she could not stop him.
"Come. If you are going to hate, then hate thoroughly! If you are going to hate, then do not blame me for using your strength to destroy you once more!"
"At the very least, we share one thing in common: you and I both want to destroy the Sun Emperor!"
The storm grew ever larger.
"Kill!"
The wronged souls sounded the horn of charge, flooding through Ye Lingfeng's gateway to the alternate dimension and into his body, becoming part of the "Primordial Demon"!
Rumble!
Their faces still surfaced within that monster like black clouds—faces brimming with resentment.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Primordial Demon continued to swell, with no end in sight.
Yet at the heart of that dark demonic shadow lay a patch of pure land. This was the safest place, and Li Qingyu remained there.
But even she was about to have her mind affected by those resentful screams.
Could he truly withstand such sky-toppling