Wild Continent's hatred could not be washed clean by all the rain of the Nine Heavens and all the seas of the Ten Lands.
If the man named Ao Ling appeared before him now, he would charge at him even if it cost him his life.
Seeing that the Heavenly Desolate Halberd had calmed somewhat, Willow God asked:
"What exactly happened back then?"
The Heavenly Desolate Halberd trembled, trying to manifest a form to speak with Willow God. Anything less would be disrespectful to the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit.
The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit was revered throughout heaven and earth.
Beings of the Human Dao worshiped her and placed their faith in her; beings of the Immortal Dao respected and admired her.
The kings respected her and all regarded her as a fellow Daoist.
Even a true Immortal King Artifact had to manifest before the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit and treat her with reverence.
All the more so for him, a mere Quasi-King Dharma Artifact.
But he failed. Broken into three pieces and gravely damaged in that ancient battle, he had grown too weak.
"There's no need. Just tell me," Willow God said, sending out her power to soothe the Heavenly Desolate Halberd.
"Thank you, Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit."
The Heavenly Desolate Halberd gathered his thoughts. As he recalled the past, a startling hatred radiated from him once more.
"Back then, Lord was gravely wounded and close to death. She was also pregnant. With the kings' permission, Lord and I withdrew from Emperor Pass and returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands."
"After we returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Lord rested and tended to her wounds. Though she did not fully recover, her condition finally stopped worsening and began to improve."
"Then word came from the front lines: all the