Plan (Revised, Six Thousand Words)

When Fu Danwei arrived at the Purple Sovereign Pavilion, the place was already packed shoulder to shoulder. Cultivators from every corner of Central Heaven had gathered here, all talking at once.

When they saw Fu Danwei, strange expressions appeared on their faces. None of them came forward to strike up a conversation right away.

Fu Danwei gave a bitter smile inwardly. Naturally, he understood why these people were acting this way.

Jiang Deyuan was Demon Emperor Jiang's grandson, the legitimate heir of the Devil Palace.

Though the immortal path had promised that, after the Devil Palace masters reincarnated several times, they could enter immortal sects—

They absolutely could not be allowed into an immortal sect before reincarnating and atoning for their sins.

Fu Henghua's attitude toward the Dragon Kings had likewise followed the unspoken rules of Donglai's cultivation world.

Death!

Only after dying through several lifetimes could they wash away their guilt.

Such trials through reincarnation were both a journey of atonement and self-redemption, and a way to use the time of several rebirths to let the years bury old grudges.

Now that Jiang Deyuan's identity as Fang Dongyuan had been exposed, every blood debt and old grudge owed by his grandfather, Demon Emperor Jiang, was being counted upon his head. Some people might be able to think rationally and distinguish him from Demon Emperor Jiang. But how could those whose friends and family had been killed by the Devil Palace remain entirely rational?

In the end, only a few short centuries had passed since the Devil Palace's great defeat. Even during these years, the Devil Palace still emerged from time to time to stir up trouble.

How could old hatred be forgotten merely through time?

"Great-grandfather."

At that moment, a little boy came running over from afar. Fu Luoxing