"Could he still not do it, in the end..."
True Lord Heavenly Scorpion stood on the deck of a giant Cross-Domain Flying Boat, gazing over the railing at the homeland rapidly receding below, and felt as if his heart were dripping blood.
He had killed like hemp all his life, and often tested poisons on people, so he had never styled himself as one of the righteous path.
A person like him was destined to enter the eighteen levels of hell after death.
And so, his goal in life had become to live—to live as long as possible.
He had always felt that, aside from himself, there was nothing he could not give up, even fellow disciples of the same sect, even his bloodline descendants.
But that day at Rakshasa Hall Fortress, the words "If the city stands, we stand" had slipped from his mouth and jolted him awake. So it turned out that, buried deep in his subconscious, there had always been things more precious than his own life.
After seeing this point clearly, he could no longer numb himself to it.
Looking at his fallen homeland, he thought of the tens of millions of mortals who had not yet withdrawn, thought of the destroyed Five Poisons Sect, thought of those Disciples who had died in battle...
So it turned out there were so many things in this world worth protecting and exchanging his own life for.
Unfortunately, he had awakened too late. All of it was left only as shattered memories.
Closing both eyes, two lines of turbid tears rolled silently from the corners of his eyes.
After a long while, he turned around and faced the several thousand battered Five Poisons Sect disciples. The sight stabbed deep into his heart.
Several thousand years of foundation, tens of