In his haze, Ji Jue seemed to return once more to that scorched earth spirit realm, endlessly consumed by flames.
The ground was covered in charred black scars, while scarlet rain fell from the sky.
"Hello, everyone."
He raised his eyes, looked upon the countless corpses before him, and solemnly told them, "I have come to fulfill our promise."
The soul that had escaped this hell eleven years ago had returned to hell once more.
With a sword in hand.
Even the Empire that proclaimed itself eternal would one day meet its end. And now, it was this endless hell's turn to burn to ashes in the flames.
Just as countless wailing souls had longed for.
Chun Jun's sword descended.
Without the slightest hesitation!
In that dreamlike haze, Ji Jue heard crying and shouts once again, even hysterical laughter and sighs of relief.
The flames were dying, along with the souls imprisoned here.
Yet at the same time, another familiar voice seemed to be wailing and screaming.
Accusing him.
"What exactly are you doing?!"
In the reflection of the flames, a face identical to his own burned, shedding tears of blood as it accused him. "We should have been able to become one, to be truly complete, truly whole."
"No. We should never have existed."
Ji Jue smiled and told him so. Then he cut off his head.
He stepped over his own corpse.
And never looked back.
As though it had been ordained by cause and effect.
The Ji Jue of today had been forged by the Flame Tide Disaster of the past. He had died amid calamity and hell, then been born anew into this world.
But the Flame Tide Disaster should never have existed, and neither should the Ji Jue of today.
From the very beginning, this