Bai Ruxue led the armies of the Four Seas away.
All that remained was a mountain covered in corpses.
Kong Sheng stood above Tianlan Sect for a long, long time.
He did not move even when the scholars of the Confucian Academy arrived to collect the bodies of the human cultivators.
No one knew what their Palace Lord was thinking, and no one dared disturb him.
After a long while, Qi Daoming, Libationer of the Confucian Academy, arrived at Tianlan Sect. He walked toward Kong Sheng step by step and came to stand beside him.
"Is the Human Alliance conference over?"
Kong Sheng sighed and slowly spoke.
He had not attended this final Human Alliance conference, instead sending his junior brother in his place.
"It's over." Qi Daoming nodded.
"How did it go?" Kong Sheng asked.
"What do you think? Those fellows took everything they could get their hands on. Everyone thought they hadn't taken enough, when in truth they were all gorging themselves until their mouths dripped with oil."
Qi Daoming straightened his sleeves and looked at the mountain peaks stained red with blood.
"Bai Ruxue was right." Kong Sheng gazed at this world. "This is a world that devours people. Whether human or demon, hardly anyone is clean. And the cleanest person of all is dead."
"..." Qi Daoming knew who his senior brother meant.
"How did they decide Xiao Mo's posthumous reputation?" Kong Sheng asked again. "How will the history books of later generations define him?"
Qi Daoming shook his head and sighed as well. "The cultivators of the Upper Three Realms argued fiercely, and the different sects and factions all had entirely different views.
"Some proposed that the history books of Myriad Laws Under Heaven record the truth: whatever Xiao Mo did, they should write it