Karma and history, brilliance intertwining.
Lu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, the fire of his Primordial Spirit blazing in his eyes. His figure seemed illusory, as though he too had arrived in that real scene from over a hundred thousand years ago.
He saw Great Sword Sect's struggle.
In that era when the world had fallen silent and no one remained who could threaten him, he had fallen into a contest with himself, a struggle of Dao Hearts.
"Still haven't thought it through?"
Great Sword Sect, wreathed in sinister demonic aura, murmured in a low voice, "I know what you did it for—the common people of the world. For the sake of mortals, you were willing to slaughter other cultivators."
"Do you think you were right?"
"Those True Monarchs, those cultivators you killed—were they not wronged in their hearts? Or do you think only mortals are people, while they are not?"
The worried Great Sword Sect shook his head.
"I never thought I was right. I merely resolved to do it. After all, if the Ancestral Dragon emerged, even more mortals and cultivators would die."
"So what?"
Great Sword Sect, wreathed in sinister demonic aura, seemed to have found a flaw. His voice abruptly rose. "What right do you have to decide who should die and who should not?"
"I never decided who should die and who should not."
The worried Great Sword Sect was instead calm at this moment. "My decision was to kill them all, myself included. Before that, I sought other methods as well."
"I asked Pan Huang. I asked Butian and Danding. I asked Emperor Cang, and even Heavenly Duke. Starting from the first year of the Immortal Calendar, I asked for two hundred years. Yet without exception, there was no solution. Everyone