As Li Yong spoke, Zhao Su's memories gradually began to fill in.
"The Great Dream Spring and Autumn Art cannot change things in the end. In that case, I'll enter the Dao anew."
No sooner had Zhao Su spoken than powerful Dao rhythm arose from his body, and a sword descended from the sky.
It shattered the Heavenly Net that Li Yong and the others had jointly laid.
"Impossible! How can you be so powerful?"
"My Dao makes no distinction between the Witch Dao and the Divine Dao. They're all the same to me!"
Under Li Yong's terrified gaze, a powerful sword shadow pierced his chest, and Zhao Su completely absorbed the divine power and divine sense within him.
After killing Li Yong and the others, Zhao Su did not linger. He continued wandering through the ruined Heavenly Citadel.
He went in search of his lost memories.
At last, Zhao Su reached the former City Lord's Mansion in Heavenly Citadel and gazed at the familiar surroundings.
Tears slipped down Zhao Su's face before he realized it.
Scene after scene flashed through his mind.
There had been laughter and joy, as well as partings in life and death, but in the end, it had all become ruins.
In the end, he alone remained.
"Is this how it all ends?"
Zhao Su seemed to grasp something and murmured those words softly.
Just then, the scene changed again, bringing him to a battlefield strewn with corpses.
There were corpses of the human race and of the Demon Tribe.
Huge fissures split the earth in many places.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky.
Zhao Su sat amid those corpses, with Qian Renxue resting in his arms, barely clinging to life.
She asked the same question once again: "Do you hate me?"
"I do!"
But this