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Tu Shan Jun did not know where he was.
He could see nothing, hear nothing.
Neither cold nor hot, neither light nor dark; even the laws of the Great Dao did not exist.
He tried with all his strength to move his body, but he could not feel that his body existed at all. He had forgotten how he came here, and completely forgotten who he was.
At the final moment when all things withered away, there was only hatred in his heart.
The hatred of one without life meant that, despite forgetting who he was, the intent in his heart still could not be worn away.
"I hate this so much."
Overwhelming hatred shook the void. A blurry ghostly silhouette slowly gathered, hair drifting upward, its horn angled toward the heavens, its blood-filled maw letting out a furious roar.
Yet the body that had just formed collapsed again. Still, that hatred frantically gathered a body, as though it wanted to come alive once more.
"I hate this so much!"
The vicious ghost's howl shook heaven and earth.
A shrill ghostly shriek spread through the void. Whoever heard such terrifying thunder would collapse in an instant.
"Rise from the dead."
The evil ghost roared as it gathered a body, but that body collapsed time and again, until this hatred, needing no support whatsoever, no longer needed a body.
It was like something that had never existed, yet existed at every moment. It needed neither life nor death to take form, and no longer required any substance to anchor it.
Time and space could no longer hold it back.
"Rise from the dead!"
That cruel afternoon.
The place where it had all begun.
As magical power refined it, Tu Shan Jun within the banner felt as though a basin