At that moment.
The absurdity of a prophecy fulfilled by a single word; the lingering fright of realizing, far too late, that he had always been beneath Jiang Xiuran's gaze; and the helplessness of thinking he had escaped the cage and its confines, only to find himself still trapped within the vortex.
All manner of emotions tangled madly within Liu Dongqing's mind.
In the end, they became a pure, unadulterated rage.
A rage that wanted to shatter and destroy this bizarre destiny!
For the first time.
Liu Dongqing did not hold fast to righteous thoughts.
Or rather, the unwilling thought at the root of his rage temporarily became Liu Dongqing's "righteous thought."
Then, as the storm of fury swept out from his Niwan Purple Palace.
The accumulations that had previously settled within him because of the Killing Intent in his demon blood were also ignited in that instant, erupting in an uncontrollable explosion.
Restless, blazing, destructive.
Liu Dongqing's thoughts, like an earth dragon turning over and mountain fires erupting, connected at that same instant with the flames of wrath within his Primordial Candle Flame, resonating with the fifteen ferocious spiritual forms brimming with the bloodline origin of the Crimson Fire Divine Crow.
In that moment, he became part of the "murder of crows."
His furious will became, in that moment, the core of the supreme divine essence behind that ancient race's hunting and slaughter.
These were not flying-bird spirit manifestations cast in reflection, but true fire crows bearing ancient bloodlines, spreading their wings and soaring across the sky in that very instant.
As that ferocious divine essence melded together and surged toward the heavens.
It was no longer the crows' hunt of old.
It was a corner of the supreme killing formation of the Yang Fire Path—refined from primal instinct