By the end, Cui Shaolin's voice had grown softer and softer.
He murmured under his breath, his eyes cold and devoid of feeling.
The Great Dao was heartless. To him, the road of cultivation had always been for himself alone.
He himself came from the Divine Remnant Clan, but after taking charge of Heavenly Dao Palace, when had he ever treated his clansmen kindly?
The Divine Remnant Clan of the past had been nothing more than a chess piece he used to pursue his own selfish ends.
As for the Divine Beings of the Divine Realm, Cui Shaolin had bowed and scraped before them, lowering his head and professing allegiance, all merely to seize more resources and benefits.
By comparison, what did the Heavenly Palace, the greatest force in the Cultivation World, even amount to?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the corner of Cui Shaolin's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
It was both a laugh at Sikong Lanyue's naivety and worry for his own situation.
When the words fell, the hand seal in his hands changed again.
No matter what, having reached this step, he no longer had any choice.
Sikong Lanyue's body visibly withered.
All the power of his cultivation transformed into brilliant starlight and sank into Cui Shaolin's body.
A generation's foremost Sword Cultivator of the Heavenly Palace had, in the end, died at the hands of one of his own.
Seeing this, the expressions of everyone present turned ugly.
Anger showed in Feng Jianxing's eyes.
The people of the Buddhist Sect could not help but knit their brows tightly as well.
Even the cultivators from the Moon Palace and the Demon Race looked at Cui Shaolin with a few more traces of disgust in their eyes.
Yet Cui Shaolin seemed completely unaware of it.