Huo Hai sat quietly on the ground, thinking about what he had done earlier. To be honest, he did not regret it. Even if he had to do it again, Huo Hai would still make the same choice.
However, most of the people he had killed had not actually been Demon Spirit Masters. Many of them had likely been innocent, and that was what weighed on Huo Hai the most. Huo Hai had always believed himself to be a bad person, but being bad was not merely something one said. Deep in his heart, Huo Hai had always had his own principles, yet today, he had already shattered them.
"What is righteousness? What is evil?" Huo Hai muttered to himself. Since ancient times, righteousness and evil had stood irreconcilably opposed, yet yin contained yang, and yang contained yin. Those were truths that had never changed throughout the ages. So what, then, did everything he had done count as?
For the first time, he had personally killed more than ten thousand people. For the first time, he had deliberately killed innocent people. Everything had been for the sake of achieving his goal. Had he become one of those people who would stop at nothing to reach their ends?
Huo Hai could not figure it out. Rarely, he neither cultivated nor did anything else. He remained there in silence, as though he had lost his soul. The blow he had suffered was even more severe than he had imagined. When he had been slaughtering people, he had not thought of any of this. But now that he had calmed down, everything rose to the surface of his heart.
Before he knew it, three days passed in the blink of an eye. That day, a sharp gleam suddenly flashed through Huo Hai's eyes.