He had never expected that all of this had stemmed from the demons lurking in human hearts.
From the moment he escaped Wei Family Village, "fate" had wrapped itself around him. Six hundred years of cultivation, becoming a Nascent Soul True Lord—when all was said and done, he had merely been a chess piece on someone else's board.
It turned out that from the very beginning, he had never truly escaped Wei Family Village.
"Master, my dear master!"
"Disciple Wei San, if you must blame someone, blame the Wei Family Bloodline for being so extraordinary. Such a priceless treasure is like a child carrying gold through the marketplace—who could possibly resist?"
Wei Mulan had died with hatred in his heart. He hated them, hated them until his teeth itched. If he alone had suffered, perhaps it would have been bearable. But every villager in Wei Family Village had, through his hands, become a "supreme treasure" for these people's cultivation! How could he not hate them?
But he had died. His eyes had been gouged out, his divine sense blinded. In a daze, he walked onto the Yellow Springs Road and drank Meng Po's Soup. He no longer remembered his past life and became an ordinary person.
He had forgotten the hatred of the past, but his soul still remembered. Those evil ghosts who wished to crack his marrow and suck his bones still remembered as well. Following "that Hidden Cloud Incense that would not fade," they found these Wei Household members time and again, gouged out their eyes, and refined pills from them—until this time, when some people had finally, utterly lost the "power of their bloodline."
Their bodies clearly still possessed eyes, yet their eyes had "vanished." Their souls were on the verge of shattering. Wei Family Village was