Fei Zichong appeared within the Blood Sea Hell behind Chen Shi's head, lost and devoid of his soul, transformed into a puppet controlled by the Heavenly Net Blood-Transforming Divine Blade.
Chen Shi said in a low voice, "Have we truly become evil spirits? Can we truly never return to our ancestral land?"
He fell into contemplation; perhaps the True King was right.
To the people of the Huaxia Divine Continent, these wanderers drifting outside were no longer Huaxia people. Their bodies were tainted with evil Qi, and they might bring pollution to the people of the ancestral land—were they not indeed evil spirits?
Chen Shi could not comprehend the deep affection that the True King, Fei Zichong, and others held for the Huaxia Divine Continent.
The True King had also spoken of going home.
Within the True King's Tomb, the True King and the civil and military officials, who had already turned into corpses, used their remaining obsession to steer the last Great Ming treasure ship from the Dejiang River into the sea, their whereabouts unknown.
Before his dying breath, Fei Zichong had also said he wanted to go home.
Yet, as part of Chen Shi's generation, the Western Ox Continent was home; his feeling toward the ancestral land of the Huaxia Divine Continent was merely a yearning, believing it to be a pure land.
Suddenly, a majestic demonic nature surged from the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, assaulting Chen Shi's Dao heart.
This demonic blade had absorbed Fei Zichong's blood- Qi and cultivation, equivalent to absorbing an immortal, and its might had grown even greater. In an instant, its demonic nature battered Chen Shi's Dao heart until it was on the verge of collapse.
"Good! Good!"
Chen Shi spoke as if conversing with an unseen person, excitement flashing within his eyes.