"Yes."
"This is the Blood-Soaked Demon Blade that disappeared from the imperial capital of Chu ten thousand years ago!"
The Crown Prince of Chu, Chu Junyou, gave the precise answer. The demon blade in Di Hong's hands was indeed the same one that had unleashed a Bloody Tempest in the imperial capital of Chu ten thousand years ago.
Hearing the story told by the Crown Prince of Chu, Chu Junyou, Lin Bai could not help feeling utterly astonished.
That martial artist's Lineage was framed by other Lineages, resulting in the Chu imperial family ordering his entire household exterminated.
While working inside the Purgatory, he had been exceptionally diligent and responsible. Only then had Chu shown mercy outside the law and allowed him to remain alive.
Yet he had taken advantage of his position to keep the Demon-Slaying Blade that should have been destroyed, then refined it with an evil method, turning it into a complete demon artifact.
As Lin Bai thought of this, he raised his head and glanced at the long blade in Di Hong's hands. Within the dense black smoke rising from it, faces writhed and surfaced one after another.
How many people had to be killed to refine this demon blade?
Moreover, the Saint Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain, Wang Zhengyang, had made it very clear just now: the souls on this demon blade were all wronged souls.
In other words, they were all people who had died unjustly.
At this thought, Lin Bai stopped himself from thinking any further.
There was a reason the Purgatory of Chu's Zhao Xing Office was so terrifying that people paled at its mere mention.
Once a martial artist entered the Purgatory, there was no longer any distinction between good and evil.
And in the time since Chu was founded,