Several days later.
Supreme Immortal Aperture.
Dream realm.
After a life-and-death fierce battle, Meng Qiu Zhen's opponent before his eyes finally fell to the ground.
"I want to see just who you really are!" Meng Qiu Zhen suddenly lost control. The character he was playing was a youth, who furiously stepped forward and tore off his opponent's mask.
Yet the opponent's face shocked the youth.
"Father, why is it you?!" the youth cried out, his whole body trembling violently.
The one who had fallen was the youth's father. He smiled in gratification. "My son, you did well. You have mastered all the killer moves of the lineage, but your heart still lacks enough hatred and sorrow. Your father has contracted a terminal illness anyway and will not live much longer. Better that I fulfill you."
The youth wept bitterly. "Father, why can't we abandon hatred and live in seclusion? Why must we go to every possible length to seek revenge?"
His father glared fiercely at the youth. "Our entire tribe was slaughtered by our enemies. Your mother, your grandfather and grandmother, and your younger brothers and sisters were all killed by them. This hatred cannot exist beneath the same sky—why should we not take revenge?! Remember this: your father died for this. If you do not avenge us, then your father will have died in vain, and died by your own hand at that!"
The youth's body and mind trembled, his voice hoarse beyond measure. "Father..."
He wept in anguish, and at the same time, bleak blue flames began to ignite over his body.
When his father saw those flames, he was overjoyed. "Good, good, good! Such abundant and magnificent Tragic Blue Heart Flame is enough for revenge, enough for revenge..."
After saying this, the youth's father breathed his last.