Leaving the Myriad Treasures Trading Association, Lu Qing was truly preparing to head for Southern Province this time.
Mountain Rush in Nether Province was bustling. Along the way, Lu Qing saw the aura of cultivators appearing throughout the wilderness.
Some traveled in groups, some led groups of three or five, while others walked alone...
He avoided them, and they avoided him as well.
Yu City.
Zhou Shenlong's every hope had been extinguished.
He had never imagined that his Lineage would be destroyed.
True, there had always been unpleasant voices within the Zhou Clan. The words "Zhou Clan's worthless waste" had never ceased.
Yet there had also been elders who looked upon him with kindness, while his younger brothers and sisters of the same generation had often cared for him.
This righteous-looking youth was in unbearable pain.
"If I could cultivate, if I could practice, if I could grow until no one dared..."
Everything in the Zhou Clan was gone.
Zhou Shenlong hated!
He hated the murderer's viciousness, and he hated his own helplessness!
His eyes brimmed with hatred. "How can I cultivate?!"
"Even if!"
He did not finish that sentence.
The Zhou Clan was gone. He was merely an ordinary person now, little different from a mortal. At most, his body was somewhat sturdier, but he was still powerless.
Even if he cultivated demonic arts...
"Ha! What are you babbling about, kid? Isn't cultivation easy enough?"
Beggar crowds had gathered in a ruined temple. Zhou Shenlong had been muddleheaded these past few days, spending them curled up here.
An old beggar beside him listened to his muttered, fragmented whispers and unceremoniously smacked Zhou Shenlong.
Zhou Shenlong raised his head. His face was pale as a ghost, and his eye sockets were bloodshot.
The old beggar was startled instead.
He looked