Lingxu looked at the disciple kneeling before him.
"Master, this disciple does not understand. I hope Master can dispel this disciple's doubts."
Li Xuanxiao's head hung over the cold ground.
Beside Li Xuanxiao lay the corpses of Shushan Disciples.
This young disciple's features could no longer be made out; his face was a bloody blur of flesh.
The blood staining Shu Mountain's ground looked red, yet more like black. Layer upon layer of red stuck together until it resembled black.
The place where Li Xuanxiao had grown up since childhood was now utterly destroyed.
Those familiar faces vanished one after another.
Sword Qi churned chaotically around Li Xuanxiao, and a bloodstain faintly emerged between his brows.
Lingxu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet stopped himself.
He looked at the shattered Shu Mountain, then at the once-prosperous towns at its foot.
Cultivators ran rampant throughout this world, with demons and devils standing in dense ranks.
Only beneath Shu Mountain—
Thus, in pursuit of peace and safety for their whole families—
Countless people had gathered at the foot of Shu Mountain to live.
Gradually, town after town formed in rings around it.
Some, just to settle down here and buy a house, would practically empty their entire family fortune.
Yet now, this place that should have been the safest was strewn with corpses.
With so many cultivators swarming in to besiege them, let alone ordinary folk, even many cultivators had been caught up in it and died here...
At last, Lingxu withdrew his gaze and suddenly smiled.
"I have not even figured out how to live my own life. How could I teach you?"
He reached out and stroked Li Xuanxiao's head.
"You are so young, yet worry has turned your hair this white.
At your age, you should be