NOVPUB"This really is a good place," Xu Zimei said with a light smile.
"Not many people come here usually, and this is the territory of our Third-Eye Demon Clan.
Other races don’t care to come here either," Yue Qingli said with a bitter smile.
"I believe in you. You will one day lead your race to rise," Xu Zimei patted Yue Qingli’s shoulder and said with a smile.
Yue Qingli nodded heavily.
A transparent barrier surrounded Three-Eyed Mountain.
Yue Qingli brought his hands together, his left and right hands forming seals with each other.
A snowflake-shaped seal condensed from his hands.
As the seal floated gently above Three-Eyed Mountain, the transparent barriers around seemed to corrode.
Melting away to reveal a doorway.
Xu Zimei and Yue Qingli walked into the barrier laughing.
The gentle breeze on the mountain was blowing softly, yet as soon as they entered, they sensed something was amiss.
"Blood, a very strong scent of blood."
Xu Zimei looked at Yue Qingli, a bad premonition faintly arising in his heart.
This blood scent was too strong; it couldn’t just be from a few people dying.
Moreover, they were still at the foot of the mountain.
Yue Qingli glanced at Xu Zimei, his expression panic-stricken as he ran up the mountain.
His speed was extremely fast, even somewhat staggering.
The higher he ran, the stronger the scent of blood became.
With the breeze blowing in his face, at the halfway point of the mountain, Xu Zimei even saw the faint streams of fresh blood trickling down.
He thought Yue Qingli was too slow.
He simply grabbed the back of the other’s collar and flew straight up towards the mountaintop.
In a few breaths, they were already near the summit.
Xu Zimei didn’t have time to observe his surroundings as the first thing that caught his eye was the mountainous piles of corpses.
A Changhe of blood had gathered at the top of the mountain.
A rotten, nauseating stench entered his nostrils.
Xu Zimei stood quietly by the side.
"The Third-Eye Demon Clan has been massacred!"
Looking at the hundreds, if not thousands of bodies piled up at the summit, Yue Qingli stood there completely stunned.
His mind went blank.
The Third-Eye Demon Clan was not a large race; he recognized most of the people in these piles.
Now they lay bloodied before him, some dismembered beyond recognition.
He threw himself into the pile of corpses, frantically searching for traces of his parents.
But everything seemed futile.
There were simply too many corpses here.
Blood had dyed Yue Qingli completely crimson. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
The sky gradually darkened, and a fine drizzle began to fall from above.
The rain was somewhat cold, with a faint chill wind mixed in.
"They’re all dead," Yue Qingli turned his head, his face streaked with tears as he looked at Xu Zimei with pain and said.
"Can you find the culprit?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Our Third-Eye Demon Clan has always been accustomed to giving way, avoiding trouble with others, how could we be exterminated?"
Yue Qingli shook his head, saying sorrowfully.
At that moment, he sat slumped in the center of the summit.
Letting the chill wind and fine rain blow over him, the blood scent at the mountaintop gradually faded a bit.
He seemed like a walking corpse without a soul.
Sitting there mute, he was silent and alone, his thoughts unknown.
Xu Zimei did not disturb him; anyone facing such a catastrophe might carelessly collapse in body and spirit.
Some people even go mad from such stimulation.
...
At this moment, Yue Qingli’s silhouette looked frail and forlorn.
He remembered many things, his own humble yet astonishing ideals.
He wanted to change the destiny of his entire Third-Eye Demon Clan.
Break the conventional prejudices against them.
The members of his clan had always been close-knit like a family, perhaps their weakness taught them to unite.
He remembered many people, his parents, his brothers who grew up with him, and the girl he secretly loved but never dared to confess to.
He just sat there thinking, scenes from the past replaying before his eyes, in his mind.
Xu Zimei hadn’t expected that Yue Qingli would sit there for an entire week.
One morning, after a week, Yue Qingli finally stood up weakly from the ground.
"Teacher, I’m sorry," Yue Qingli said with remorse as he walked up to Xu Zimei.
With an impassive expression, he said, "I may not be able to follow you anymore?"
"Why?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.
"My clan is gone, and I’m no longer in the mood for cultivation. I think I would like to stay here from now on," Yue Qingli said blandly.
His face was devoid of any expression, as if his entire being had become like a walking corpse.
"Don’t want revenge anymore?" Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"So many from the Third-Eye Demon Clan, can you guarantee that everyone is dead?
Are there none in hiding? Don’t you want to protect them?"
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Yue Qingli was taken aback.
The thought of vengeance and leftover clan members reignited something in his heart that had been silent.
He had been blinded by what was before him and had not considered that possibility.
"Can I do it?" Yue Qingli asked hesitantly.
"Your destiny is in your own hands," Xu Zimei said flatly.
"I’ll give you seven days to bury the remains of your kin.
As for whether you’ll come with me after that time, it’s entirely up to you."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Yue Qingli finally nodded slowly.
...
In the following seven days, Xu Zimei surveyed the surroundings of Three-Eyed Mountain.
He specifically used the Chaos Pearl to traverse the River of Time to look into the history of the Third-Eye Demon Clan.
Some things had become clear to him, but he didn’t share them with Yue Qingli.
The timing wasn’t right, and the other party wasn’t yet capable of seeking revenge.
During these seven days, Xu Zimei personally witnessed Yue Qingli bury the bodies of his clanspeople, one by one.
Xu Zimei suddenly understood why the Yue Qingli of his past life had been able to grow so rapidly.
Ultimately becoming a Divine Person whom everyone admired.
If the trajectory of history hadn’t changed, in his previous life he hadn’t met Yue Qingli in Vermilion Bird City.
The dejected youth who couldn’t enter Vermilion Academy returned to his clan, only to discover that his entire race had been slaughtered.
The youth, amidst a series of devastating blows and despair, eventually persevered and completed his metamorphosis, soaring to the heavens.
Of course, these were all Xu Zimei’s conjectures.
But now, Yue Qingli seemed to have matured suddenly in just these few short days.
Growing up often happens in an instant.
When the seven days had passed, Xu Zimei looked down from the base of Three-Eyed Mountain and saw thousands of small and large grave mounds.
This beautiful mountain had now become the embryonic form of Chaotic Burial Mound.
Yue Qingli bowed to these graves, then turned his head towards Xu Zimei and said.
"Teacher, let’s go."
"Won’t you look a little longer?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I want to become stronger," Yue Qingli said, lifting his head and looking at Xu Zimei with a piercing gaze.
