Meng Chuan set aside the matter of sacrificing the Dark Race for now.
His only goal was to bring Ruthless back to life.
He would naturally do anything that helped revive her. Anything that did not would have to wait.
By his reckoning, the lives of three thousand Dark Kings would be enough.
As for what those three thousand Dark Kings thought, it did not matter.
He did not care how the world would judge him when word got out—whether they praised and revered him or cursed and reviled him.
A Hero who saved the world? A butcher who slaughtered Kings?
Let them say what they liked.
Meng Chuan wanted to do only one thing now.
He returned to where it had all begun: the place where Ruthless had died in battle.
She had died here. Here, too, she would live again.
Meng Chuan brought out Ruthless's body and gazed at her. She truly looked as though she were asleep, as though she might open her eyes at any moment and stare straight at him.
She would say nothing, but her eyes would carry a message all the same.
What are you staring at?
"Heavenly Emperor." The Great Accomplishment Sacred Body suddenly spoke. The others were right beside Meng Chuan.
"Hmm?"
"What did you feel when you saw the Great Emperor had died?" the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body asked.
"What did I feel..." Meng Chuan paused, then said, "Grief. So much grief that there was no time to be angry."
"She was perfectly fine before I went into seclusion. When I came out, she was like this."
Those storybooks really were full of lies.
Meng Chuan looked at Ruthless's body and drifted into a daze once more.
"She was one of the first people I ever knew. She's very important