Back then, when I looked at this sea of clouds, I had already sensed its wickedness. It nourished a sinful imperial court and gave rise to one earth-shaking massacre after another. Countless people who had tried to resist it had died in this sea, including Xijun's mother, who had once been imprisoned here. To a large extent, I had also set out on my path for Xijun. She had dreamed of returning here, all for the sake of revenge.
The road that followed grew longer and longer, yet it kept converging here, as if the beginning and the end of everything had been destined from the start to return to this place.
I reached out and scooped up a ladleful of seawater, then brought it to my nose and lightly sniffed. A salty scent mingled with a faint immortal aura and drifted into my nose. The water was a deep, clear blue, and I could even see fish swimming through it. It seemed that only Long Xuantian, who lived atop this sea, was evil. And so I had come here to put an end to this evil.
The army here was led by Qin Rongxue. I was the sort who chose his people and then washed his hands of everything, so after leaving her to manage the army's daily affairs, I found a place and began recovering from the injuries I had suffered in my death battle with Di Xianchen. That was also one of the reasons I had not gone with Ruan Qiushui.
Attacking the Lesser Heavenly Court would still take some time, so I was in no hurry to go there.
On the third day after I entered a state of recovery, Zhao Qian sent over the battle report from the prefectural government regarding the previous battle between