Unfortunately, Qu Feiguang's talent had made him arrogant, and his arrogance had doomed him to failure.
When he led the Flying Sand Raiders to become the king of mounted bandits, the King of the Great Desert, he also incurred everyone's wrath.
The equally ambitious Grand Commandant Zhang would not tolerate such a brazen figure in the Great Desert.
So he built alliances far and wide, first contacting the five great merchant lineages of the Great Desert, then sending envoys to the Fire-Worship Sect.
Grand Commandant Zhang knew the Fire-Worship Sect had been investigating the leak of its teachings. Though he did not know the details, that did not stop him from pinning the blame on Qu Feiguang.
After all, the speed of Qu Feiguang's rise and the strength he had gained were suspicious.
Anyone who reached the Xiantian realm needed the support and guidance of a superior sect's secret arts. Without them, there was no path forward. It was impossible.
And for an expert born and raised in the Great Desert to reach Xiantian, he had to have ties either to the Fire-Worship Sect or to the Yu Dynasty court.
With Grand Commandant Zhang fanning the flames,
the Fire-Worship Sect finally turned its attention to the King of the Great Desert. To its surprise, it found genuine clues linking Qu Feiguang to the leak of its teachings.
And so the various factions joined forces to besiege Flying Sand Fortress.
Qu Feiguang's glory had come to an end.
Yet the echoes he left behind did not erupt in full until recently, deep underground, bringing his life to a resounding close.
Chen Jing finished reading Qu Feiguang's account.
He could not help but sigh. Even a formidable hero of his age had ended as a handful of dry bones.
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