The Cruel Reality!

After burying his grandfather, Mo Yi stood up and gazed resolutely into the distance.

He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and prepared to embark on his path of revenge. However, just as he took his first step, a cold wind blew by, bringing an ominous premonition.

Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed from the darkness, followed by several men in black emerging from the shadows and blocking Mo Yi's path.

Their eyes were cold and cruel, and the weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling light.

"So you're Mo Yi? The last survivor of the Mo Sect?" one of the men in black asked coldly.

Mo Yi did not answer; he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, ready for battle.

"Hmph, what a stubborn fellow. But do you think you can escape?" The man in black chuckled mockingly, then brandished his weapon and launched an attack on Mo Yi.

Although Mo Yi was heartbroken, he knew that now was not the time for grief.

He swung his sword to meet the attack and engaged in a fierce battle with the man in black.

However, due to excessive grief, his movements became somewhat sluggish, and he was quickly cornered by the men in black.

"Hahaha, it seems your grandfather's death has hit you pretty hard!" The man in black laughed triumphantly, his weapon once again aimed at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi tried his best to defend, but unfortunately, the difference in strength was too great. His sword was knocked away by the man in black, and his body was also heavily knocked to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, rendering him immobile.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." The man in black glanced coldly at Mo Yi, then raised his weapon, preparing to end Mo Yi's life.

"No... I can't die like this!" Mo Yi shouted with all his might, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

However, it was too late. The man in black had already swung his weapon down, aiming for Mo Yi's neck.

With a muffled thud, Mo Yi's head was smashed by the man in black, blood splattering everywhere. His eyes gradually lost focus, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.

The night was still hazy, but on these ruins lay a cold corpse.

Mo Yi's path of revenge ended before it even began. The cruelty of reality denied him even the chance to avenge his grandfather; everything vanished with the fall of that sword.

Ye Jing remained silent; he hadn't expected things to unfold this way.

What happened to the promised path of revenge for the young man?

He's still waiting for the boy to have an incredible run, finally achieve his revenge, and ascend to Enter Saint!

And this is what you show me?

But Ye Jing thought about it carefully.

That's right!

Mo Yi, a grandson of a powerful sect, is definitely someone who receives special attention.

Those men in black, whose Daoism, would never let the boy go.

Perhaps this is the true reality of the Cultivation World!

Ye Jing sighed, looked at the boy's corpse on the ground, and silently mourned for him for three seconds.

The scene before them seemed to freeze in time.

As the sun rose and set, the boy's body remained there, unattended and unburied!

Slowly, the corpse began to decompose, and maggots appeared on the boy's body.

The boy lay amidst the ruins, but his soul struggled madly in the darkness and resentment, as if trying to tear apart the void that bound him. Though darkness surrounded him, the flames in his heart burned like lava—resentment towards his enemies, anger at the injustice of fate, and a challenge to the endless darkness.

In this boundless darkness, Mo Yi's resentment seemed to find an outlet, converging into a terrifying power that caused an astonishing transformation in his soul. His eyes no longer shone with a simple, eerie blue light, but instead flickered with blazing, frenzied ghostly flames, flames that seemed to devour everything and illuminate this endless darkness.

His body gradually became transparent and hardened under the power of resentment, as if it were formed from pure resentment and anger, making it indestructible.

Finally, one day...

Under the cover of night, a pale, shadowy soul slowly floated out from Mo Yi's cold body, its eyes deathly white, terrifying beyond compare.

Ye Jing's heart skipped a beat; it had transformed into Vengeful Ghost!

Mo Yi's ghost wandered madly in the darkness. He was no longer the boy he once was, but a madman devoid of reason, driven only by the instinct for revenge.

In his pupil-less eyes, he seemed to see the men in black who had killed him and his grandfather. Their figures became so small in his eyes. He no longer had any hesitation or pity, only endless anger and madness.

The figure suddenly vanished!

The scene in front of Ye Jing suddenly changed!

Mo Yi's ghost stealthily slipped into the valley where the men in black were, just like a bolt of lightning. The men in black were still immersed in the joy of plunder, completely unaware that the shadow of death had already enveloped them.

Mo Yi's ghost frantically darted through the darkness. With a flick of his hand, his slender, pale fingers pierced through the black-clad man's body in an instant.

Their screams echoed through the night sky, but their resistance seemed utterly futile against this crazed and powerful ghost.

Mo Yi's ghost, like a true grim reaper, ravaged the camp. He no longer needed to search for targets; with a mere wave of his hand, the men in black fell one after another.

Their screams and terrified eyes could not sway him in the slightest; his heart was filled only with revenge and endless madness.

Although the boy's ghost didn't seem to feel any pleasure in revenge,

But the boy's ghost only had one word: kill!

The more the boy killed, the more there were, and his pale eyes were gradually replaced by Blood Qi!

It turned completely red, bloody and terrifying!

Ye Jing narrowed his eyes; this Vengeful Ghost was evolving into a Rakshasa!

When the last man in black fell, Mo Yi's ghost finally stopped attacking.

He stood silently in the center of the camp, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground. There was no one left for him to kill in the valley!

But the ghost's eyes were still filled with madness.

Ye Jing understood that the boy's ghost had completely fallen into darkness.

Even if he succeeds in taking revenge, Mo Yi's ghost will never be able to find his former self.

He could only wander in this darkness.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating Mo Yi's ghost, and the boy's clear eyes remained forever in that night when he sparred with his grandfather!

These eyes, now gleaming with a crazed light, bear witness to a boy's journey from birth to death, from despair to madness and revenge.

Ye Jing looked at the Vengeful Ghost that the boy had transformed into.

His only fate now is to be eliminated by those Righteous Sects as an evil entity!

But perhaps, this is the best ending for him!

That's what Ye Jing thought.

The scene before them suddenly changed again.

Night fell as dark as ink over the silent village, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog and the rustling of leaves in the wind.