Netherworld, Abyss.
Darkness stretched without end, and yin winds howled. In the depths of the Abyss, that pitch-black stone tablet stood towering, its surface carved full of ancient Runes, giving off a faint, eerie black glow.
Before the stone tablet, inside the Jade Box space, Lin Zixue sat cross-legged.
Her eyes were closed, yet her Remnant Soul body was countless times more solid than it had been twenty-odd years ago.
More than two thousand years of cultivation had brought her Soul Power to a terrifying degree. The threshold of Spirit Transformation was right before her eyes; she only needed to take that one step.
But she had yet to step across.
There was a fire in her heart. It had burned for more than twenty years, burning hotter and hotter. That fire was called hatred, called Grievance Qi, called unwillingness.
Lin Zixue opened her eyes, black light flickering in them.
She remembered many things.
She remembered how, back then, she had recommended Li Chengjie to the Flowing Cloud Sect, and later introduced him to serve under Jin Leiwei.
She had shown him the grace of recognizing his worth.
She had shown him the kindness of raising him up.
But how had he repaid her?
In the Flowing Cloud Sect, Li Chengjie had killed her husband, Wang Zhen.
And afterward?
Afterward, she had brought her son, Wang Junhao, and personally knelt before him to plead.
She and her son had cast aside all dignity, asking only that he spare mother and son.
What had Li Chengjie done?
He agreed. He agreed with his own mouth.
But after turning away, he still killed her and Hao'er.
One face in public, another behind the back. He agreed readily, and struck even more readily.
The greatest mistake Lin Zixue had made in this life