Ye Lin was good in every way, except he was far too kind and far too honest.
Simply put, Ye Lin was the type who never stirred up trouble on his own.
Usually, only when others provoked him would he choose to retaliate.
But that mindset would make him suffer sooner or later.
Back when he followed the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord, nearly eighty percent of the powerful figures in the entire Star River Cosmos had been their enemies.
They were hunted down every day.
Now that had been thrilling.
Cultivation, when all was said and done, was just you robbing me and me robbing you. If I robbed you and you killed me, then it simply meant I was too weak.
But if I killed you, then it meant you were the weak one.
The whole point was to rob one another, to wrest one's fate from heaven, wrest one's fate from earth, and wrest one's fate from oneself.
There was no absolute justice, nor was there absolute evil—only one's own interests.
Only absolute self-interest could allow one to survive better in this world.
Now that Ye Lin had already come this far, he needed to change Ye Lin's way of thinking.
Who cared about right or wrong? So long as you died by my hand, it meant you were too weak.
No one would pursue the matter of who was right or wrong. As long as you were strong enough, others would not even dare let out a peep.
Strength was true justice.
When you were strong, your words were the only truth in this world.
When you were weak, even your breathing was wrong.
"Kill."
At those words, Ye Lin flipped his hands, and the two clouds of bloody mist before him were instantly shredded by incomparably terrifying