At the summit of Double Radiance Mountain.
Qi Changsheng walked up onto the red-gold Treasure Platform before him, his expression composed. The night wind stirred his Heavenly Official robes, and Auspicious Clouds unfurled and billowed behind him.
Lights in the mortal world and stars in the heavens illuminated the scene. He watched it quietly, as though waiting for something.
Blue-black demonic qi descended from the sky and wreathed the place. The light of fortune dimmed sharply, and the surrounding scenery changed. It seemed he was no longer on Double Radiance Mountain, but in the Gloomy Netherworld's Yellow Springs.
Demonic Trial!
This trial should have descended long ago, but he had deliberately delayed it with a secret art. Only today, as he sought the Golden Position, did he accept it.
Qi Changsheng silently surveyed the scene, watching the Qi Clan ancestors being flayed and stripped of their sinews, their lives whittled away and their qi severed. The light of Wu Earth pressed down upon them, ensuring they could never rise again.
This was a generations-old blood feud.
He had never hesitated over what he had done in Red Cloud, nor had he ever regretted it. He had merely returned, one by one, the sufferings the Qi Clan had endured.
Indeed, the only reason he had been willing to preserve a bloodline of the Chen Clan was that they had once spared a bloodline of the Qi Clan.
It was equal treatment.
Those who hurt others would in turn be hurt; those who killed others would in turn be killed.
He would not begrudge these descendants of Ancient Shu their revenge. But once they showed such intent, he, Qi Changsheng, would show no mercy either. There was no need for either side to speak of reason, sentiment, or righteousness.
Only hatred.
"Changsheng,