"Again and again, you kept thinking about how to resolve the Heavenly Calamity and whom to use as a substitute. Is this how you resist your Heavenly Calamity? You traded my master's life for a one-year reprieve. Fine. While you cling to life, I'll use this year to kill you all!" I shouted harshly, wiping the tear tracks from my eyes with my sleeve.
"Xia Yitian, this Heavenly Calamity has been held back this time. Your master's accomplishments will shine through the ages, and he was among the finest of the profound cultivators. Of course, he should be recorded in the annals of history. Your master also said that your Yin-Yang School had taken safeguarding the world's greater good as its duty. This Heavenly Calamity followed your master's wishes as well. The living have their place, and the dead have their names. What else do you want? Everyone will satisfy your demands. You can also come study at my Thunderclap Sea, can't you?" Zu Xinghai frowned slightly. His lifespan had been cut short earlier, and now his level had fallen as well. His waxen face looked dim and withered, like a lamp burning down to its last drop of oil.
"The Heavenly Calamity had to be resolved, but why resolve it this way? As the number-one Nine-Yang cultivator under heaven, you, Zu Xinghai, didn't go and resist the heavenly tribulation. Instead, you found a Yin-Yang Immortal cultivator and forcibly infused him to resist it. Your scheme truly is unparalleled—but did that Yin-Yang Immortal cultivator agree? If this is how you resolve it, then in the future, won't you, Zu Xinghai, only need to find a scapegoat within the year? Do you still need to eradicate the Heavenly Calamity?" Hu Zhengfeng clenched his fists, his fury plain to see.
"Heh heh,