“Hate! Hate!” The dead had found their new home in Lingfeng and poured all of their resentment into him. The Primordial Demon seemed to become a body they shared and they wanted to ride it to get revenge. When they gathered into one body like that, it would naturally create a terrifying power. Lingfeng acted as the converter for their power; without him, they wouldn’t be able to do anything.

“In the mortal realm, love and hatred.… All of that joy and rage vanishes like an illusionary dream in the end. Even so, even if it’s an illusory dream, everyone will still take it as real. I also can’t let it go.” He couldn’t let go, nor could he turn back. He saw Qingyu’s tears, but they weren’t able to stop him. “If you want to hate, then hate all the way! Don’t blame me for using your power and destroying you once again! There’s at least one thing we agree on—we all want to destroy the sun emperor!” 

The storm grew even...