The old Valley Master's eyes brimmed with hot tears.
There was no pain in this world greater than sending an entire clan to its death.
But he knew that he and his clansmen had to do this. They could not become an obstacle to ending the suffering. As long as Myriadpath Valley's inheritance could be delivered into Li Tianming's hands, and the three Daoyu families were prevented from passing theirs down, their mission would be complete.
Who could compare to such resolute will?
No one understood the meaning of pain better than the Qingchuan Clan!
They knew for themselves what kind of death held greater value, greater hope, and could drive those they hated into deeper despair!
Thus, at this moment, the entire clan willingly went to their deaths!
A thousand people, yet not one shrank back!
"Farewell, mortal world! Farewell, everyone! Li Tianming..."
Jian Qinghe raised her head and looked toward the Myriadpath Nexus. A teardrop slid down from her eyes, yet boundless hope surged within them.
"Farewell!"
She smiled as her veil fluttered lightly.
Such a scene was even more moving than Uncle Hei's death, than the destruction of the Fenglin Clan.
The hearts of over two million cultivators in Myriadpath Valley churned with stormy waves.
If the Qitian Clan had not been so utterly deranged, how could they have driven this clan to drag them down into the grave even as the entire clan marched willingly toward death?
Astonishment!
Too many people were astonished!
Even the Qitian Clan was astonished.
Because they discovered that the Qingchuan Clan was not merely putting on a brave face. They truly bore a profound will to die, treating death as liberation, as a final resting place, and as hope for revenge!
Such people were undoubtedly the most terrifying.
Despair rose in