The brother and sister looked at me with eyes that seemed to have seen a demon. But whoever had come would have reacted the same way. With a single move, I had annihilated tens of thousands of people, many of them already wounded on the battlefield. They could not withstand even one Molten Flame, and their incorporeal forms had been burned into reincarnation. Just imagining that number alone was terrifying enough.
Yet no matter what one did, cause and effect, reincarnation, and the cycle of life and death would ultimately determine one's fate. The greatest effort I could make was to avoid killing unjustly. After all, if one wanted peace in the world, it was impossible to avoid bearing karmic consequences. Even if I did not claim that karma, I was not ultimately made of stone.
Seeing them avoid my gaze, I was in no hurry to question them. With a sweep of my cloak, I first bundled them into the Soul Cloak. They did not say anything on the surface, and presumably would not dare say anything underneath, since they had to preserve the stubbornness of the prince and princess. But if I collected them first, a few questions later would probably be enough to make them reveal everything.
After bundling up the siblings, I looked at the tens of thousands of immortal cultivators' incorporeal forms and shouted, "The Four Emperors are at war. The Ancient Dragon House and the North Fox House have become irreconcilable, so war is inevitable. Although I am neither from the Ancient Dragon House nor a member of the Linyang House's faction, and I do not know what you think or what differences exist between you, I am curious—how did you come to believe that joining forces with the two houses would allow you