The Ninth Moon World.
Amid ruins overgrown with weeds, faint traces of the past still remained.
Ye Hong bent down and picked up a moss-covered plaque. His true essence surged, effortlessly stripping away the moss.
The moss vanished.
The polished lettering on the plaque was revealed: Ye Residence!
"I'm back!"
Ye Hong clutched the plaque, his expression complicated, caught between laughter and tears.
Within his Sea of Consciousness.
Qin Er's voice rang out. "Is this the Ye Family where you used to live?"
"That's right. Back then, the Ye Family was a distinguished clan. My father was a late Divine Martial Realm expert, with quite a reputation even in the Ninth Moon World. Unfortunately—"
Ye Hong shook his head, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Late Divine Martial.
Back then, he had thought of it as a sky that would never fall.
Later.
Only after that sky collapsed did he realize that late Divine Martial was no sky at all, merely a somewhat stronger cultivator.
"The Ye Family was wiped out back then. As its sole survivor, how could I face our ancestors if I didn't avenge them?"
Ye Hong murmured to himself.
Perhaps the Ye Family had indeed been wrong to go to their door and call off the marriage.
But calling off a marriage would, at most, have cost the other party some face. Yet the price the Ye Family paid was annihilation, while he himself was crippled and left barely clinging to life for years.
Hatred like that.
There was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.
In the past, Ye Hong had not dared return to the Ye Family's grounds.
Because this was the Ye Family's home, his enemy might have stationed people here around the clock, waiting for him to return.
But now—
He no longer had anything