Qingcheng spoke in a savage voice, her beautiful eyes twisted with jealousy, madness!
She had once made a bet with the one at the end of the myriad paths: she would guard the evil corpse of the Sound Venerable for eternity, until this very age, when someone would come to continue her unfinished path.
Now, Nan Feng had arrived.
She had indeed witnessed the Ultimate Phenomenon, had seen the supreme hall belonging to the Qin Dao.
But she could not walk this path.
There were countless paths of sound, but hers was far too narrow. Resentment and hatred had already made it impossible for her to escape.
Especially after she had seen Nan Feng's Dao.
Nan Feng's Dao was built on a foundation of love and warmth, forging a supreme Dao heart and giving rise to the Ultimate Phenomenon.
But her entire life, from beginning to end, had been a tragedy.
At seven years old, she had suffered the darkness of the human world.
She had entered a brothel, trading her body and beauty for a ladder to power.
Until, at last, she set out on her path and destroyed the entire world.
She had only hatred.
She hated this world. To her, it was filthy and cold, and its people were vile and ugly.
She could not walk Nan Feng's path.
So now, she was nearly mad, bent on destroying everything.
As her music rang out, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged forth from Immortal Sound Mountain, spreading across a billion miles in an instant.
The wails of countless worlds piled atop one another, the mournful cries of innumerable living beings interweaving to form layer upon layer of apocalyptic destruction.
These scenes were no illusion. They had truly happened.
Qingcheng had killed far too many