All peace was accompanied by bloodshed.
Accompanied by darkness.
And even evil!
Lu Qing had plotted for a thousand years for the sake of humanity. Was his ideal noble?
Did he have selfish motives?
Was he on the side of justice?
But then what?
He had created Eternal Night, created countless ghosts in the Wasteland. The civilians and investigators who had indirectly died at his hands were beyond counting!
Yes, he was right.
If he had not done this, perhaps the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain would have already destroyed the underworld.
Humanity would have long since fallen completely.
But that was only an if!
So long as it had not happened, it was merely speculation.
If
If there was Peace Under Heaven, everything Lu Qing had done would be dragged out and criticized!
He might even be branded an evil man.
In more extreme cases, people might even blame all the suffering humanity had endured over the years on him.
That was beyond dispute.
What about the investigators?
Which of the things they did had not stained their hands with blood?
These people were ghosts in the darkness.
They never saw the light, only bloodshed.
Perhaps some would say that they were heroes in the darkness, standing tall and unyielding!
But if you truly had to live with one of them.
Would you feel fear in your heart?
When you saw his severed limbs and ruptured eyeballs, would you not feel disgust?
Therefore.
These people could no longer turn back.
If they lost, they would die wrapped in horsehide.
If they won, they would fall before dawn.
That was their destiny, and it was also the course Zhang Ziliang had planned from the very beginning.
Then what about Zhang Ziliang?
Was he a good man?
He had devoted everything