Qin Sheng's sudden words made the Dragon-Pattern Peak Master's heart turn cold.
Everyone cultivated the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art. Could yours possibly be any nobler?
Saint Son, even if you completely purged the Ruthless lineage and turned the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art into the greatest wondrous art under heaven, history would never record you as innocent.
You cultivate a Demonic Art and devour Origins. Even if no one else knew, heaven and earth would know!
"Saint Son, what do you mean..." The Dragon-Pattern Peak Master took a deep breath. "Why not make yourself clearer?"
"We once had our own Holy Land as well, revered by the world, openly ruling a territory spanning billions of miles, worthy of the name of a Great Emperor Orthodoxy," Qin Sheng said solemnly.
"But what about now? We can only live in the shadows, unable to see the sun. A flourishing Great Emperor Orthodoxy has fallen to this state, losing the Great Emperor's glory and disgracing the Great Emperor's name. This is a grave sin!"
The Dragon-Pattern Peak Master was speechless. He vaguely understood now. The Saint Son was speaking entirely from the Ruthless Emperor's perspective.
If unworthy descendants squandered their ancestor's inheritance, they certainly deserved to be cursed.
But did the Ruthless Emperor even know who you were? You defended her so fiercely. Claiming that the Ruthless Will was always by your side might fool others, but the Saint Son had even fooled himself.
A madman's world truly was beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
"It was not only you who were wrong. The disciples of the Holy Land back then also betrayed the Progenitor's will," Qin Sheng continued.
Dragon-Pattern Peak Master: "..."
Even the ancestors of every generation were wrong? Then who was right?
Saint Son, what exactly were you trying to overthrow?