Everything stopped the instant the furnace flames surged.
Yun Zhao's figure froze in midair as she leaped into the flames.
Blood Fiend's shattered remains turned into countless blood-red motes of light, drifting down through the air.
The Rebirth Furnace hung in midair and let out a low, mournful cry.
A corpse mountain and blood sea, a world in chaos like a furnace.
That glance the brother and sister exchanged across life and death replayed over and over in this crimson world, refusing to fade.
"If it were you, what would you do?"
That voice rang out again.
It did not come from outside. It rose from the depths of his heart, like a needle piercing him, fine and painful.
Qing Chen stood there, in no hurry to answer.
The first thought that sprang into his head was clean and decisive-Sacrifice that stupid woman, of course.
What are you waiting for if you aren't going to sacrifice her? Waiting even one extra breath would mean your brain wasn't working.
The battle was already over, and that woman actually walked in herself. What a waste of all that cultivation and essence.
Had it been him, never mind a sister of the same clan with different parents-even his own half brother, his entire clan, the Master who had taught him, his direct disciples, or his towering power-if he could trade them for a treasure's ultimate sublimation, a smooth road to immortality, and the destruction of every enemy before him, he would not have blinked.
Sacrificing his clansmen? To him, that was never worth mentioning. What wouldn't he do for immortality?
If you lose a sister, you can find another. If you lose a supreme treasure, where are you going to cry for it?
*Judging by these scenes, Blood Fiend and those people nearly