These hands that grasped the primal chaos could not even hold themselves when raised. The fists that could blast through the Thirty-Three Heavens had failed to retain anything.
This heart fell into emptiness for nothing—how tragic!
An empty heart could be filled with hatred!
In Lou Jiangyue's room, Lou Yue raised his blood-red eyes to the sky and let out a silent, grief-stricken howl.
"I hate Heaven for its inhumanity, hate Earth for its lack of virtue, hate people for their faithlessness!"
Hatred could change a person, and what he changed was not himself alone!
Upon Yujing Mountain stood an unusually cold and solemn ancestral hall, utterly unlike the mountain's other grand and majestic structures. It was wholly black, its roof ridge hard and cold, its eaves like serrated teeth. The cultivators of Yujing Mountain were accustomed to calling it the "Black Ancestral Hall."
The hall bore a plaque without words, and people were ordinarily forbidden from approaching it.
Only those who had earned great merit slaying devils in the Border Wasteland could enter this hall to receive a grand reward.
Only after a devil-slayer crossed this threshold would the pitch-black plaque reveal the corresponding devil aura. The denser it was, the more illustrious the achievement—in a long stretch of history, it had embodied supreme honor.
In the past, Zhongshan Yanwen of Jing State had erected the True Insight Limit Monument in the Border Wasteland. He had come to Yujing Mountain to enshrine the Demon-Slaying Covenant, exchanging it for an ancient cultivation art.
Of course, that occasion carried greater political significance.
Before him, there had been Huyan Jingxuan; after him, Jiang Wang, Dou Zhao, Zhongli Yan, and the rest had never come.
After this Demon-Slaying Hall gradually came under the influence of political factors, even openly becoming a weapon in