Once, Jiang Wang had taken Dong A as his master. Disregarding the danger to his own life, he told him that he was a White Bone Sect Disciple and asked the state to destroy the evil cult and protect the innocent people, believing that his death could save his homeland.
In the end, Dong A obeyed the monarch. In Maple Forest City, amid a mantis stalking a cicada, hundreds of thousands of commoners became pills for Zhuang Gaoxian to swallow.
Later, Jiang Wang sealed himself away and refused ever again to believe in any master. Yet he was moved by the old monk Kujue and served him as one would a close elder. After Kujue's death, he honored him as his master and, because of that death, caused havoc in Tianjing City.
Tianjing City, eternally hanging in radiant light!
The capital of the foremost empire in The Present World.
Thinking of it now, the Central Son of Heaven's flight into Zen had happened precisely at that time.
Somewhere in the unseen, an invisible hand had pushed events forward amid the tangled schemes of the Cangtu God, the divine-crowned High Priestess Tu Hu, the Divine Hero, the Central Son of Heaven Ji Fengzhou, the Great Qi Son of Heaven Jiang Shu, and even [Holding Ksitigarbha] himself, whose mind had been wholly set on escaping prison...
So what, exactly, was love?
What was hatred?
What was false, and what was true?
This world always seemed destined to betray a sincere heart!
It always made you offer up that burning heart, only to cast it aside.
You had clearly already said you would never believe again.
Your heart had clearly already been wounded!
Yet they said they loved you. Said they were sincere. Said they regarded you as the closest person in the