Xian Qing closed his eyes, scenes from the past echoed in his mind, and he couldn't suppress them no matter how hard he tried.

Blood, betrayal, death, darkness, hatred, and chaos are all things that accumulate in the mind.

If the blood debt is not repaid, what is the point of living in this world?

He was the only one in the entire royal family who survived.

Seeing his brothers and sisters being tortured one by one and dying in front of him. The tenderness, disputes, fun, and fights all seemed so insignificant.

That night, he fell from a pampered prince to a lowly and despicable slave.

Desperate, he came to the ghost training camp and exposed his talent. He deviated from the right path and allowed himself to fall into the abyss.

In the past year, it was hatred that kept him alive.

He walked through the gates of hell countless times, trying to survive even though life was worse than death.

He remembers all this clearly. How he got to where he is now step by step, he dare not forget.

What he had wanted all his life, he had narrowly escaped death for several years, climbed out of the blood filled with murderous intent, stepped into the hell of the ghost training camp, experienced the harshness of the world, and allowed himself to fall into the abyss, all in order to bring justice to the beast world.

He wants to take control of Jiutian and subvert all rights in the immortal world.

Because he is the only surviving royal family, no one except him is qualified to avenge the entire orc clan.

So he has to bear all this.

Only by standing in that position, that supreme position, can we completely rectify the name of the Orcs.

The beast world has never been a vulgar, desolate place. It was once glorious, prosperous, and had an indelible civilization. The technological treasures it produced should not be enjoyed by a group of shameless thieves.

In order to prove that their invasion and plunder were noble, the fairy world allowed a brilliant civilization to bear this ridiculous infamy for no reason, and made a group of influential people a shame in the world.

If he is not cleared of all these ridiculous charges without any reason, how can his relatives, friends, and ancestors rest in peace under the Nine Springs? No, how could they be under the Nine Springs? Their souls have been scattered, and they will never be able to rest.

Superborn.

Xian Qing looked gloomy, clearing his reputation in the beast world, this was the only meaning of his life.

Lord Immortal, this title is so ironic for a remnant of the beast race like him. The glory it brings is far less than the ridicule it brings.

But now he is shaken. Is everything he does really just to clear his name? When he harbors hatred in his heart, does he also plant hatred in the hearts of others?

However, even if I am shaken

, so what can we do?

The pure and kind prince has died in the blood together with his relatives. The surviving Xian Qing was born out of the regret and sorrow of his people. The meaning of life is revenge.

He knew that when he got to this point, he was no longer qualified to give up. It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't want to and wouldn't.

Only by standing at the pinnacle of power can his identity be made public to the world. Only by reaching that position can history be rewritten and wrongs vindicated.

Who in this world who knows the so-called truth is not seeking a life in death, and who doesn’t have to live?

Even if this is the case, why do you still feel so disappointed?

Because there seems to be a way out.

There seemed to be light in his world, and he tried to annihilate this overwhelming emotion, but in the end he was just deceiving himself.

Xian Qing's face was expressionless, as if he had no emotions. The Immortal Lord, who had always been calm, wise and strategizing, was now filled with emptiness.

It's a pity that this light came too late.

Xian Qing stared at Ying Meng, his eyes dark and gloomy, and the calmness in his eyes was faintly broken. They would eventually become enemies, and she still stood on the opposite side of him. Everything was destined.

But they are not at this moment.

Xian Qing looked at the endless sand, and suddenly had an impulse to stay in this place forever.

He found that he seemed to enjoy the tranquility here.

In the corner, Ying Meng seemed to wake up, turned around, and looked at Xian Qing, who was standing next to the sun. He stepped in the shadow and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, but did not step into the light. His back exuded a

A kind of loneliness and an indescribable sadness.

Looking at his back, Ying Meng felt confused and turned around, no longer thinking about it.

She took a sip of water, stretched her muscles, and was almost recovered.

"Have you ever thought about staying here forever?" Xian Qing did not turn around, and his cold voice echoed among the stone walls, alone here.

Here you can stand calmly under the sun, without having to worry that the people around you will stab you at any time. There is no need to tense up and smile kindly to your enemies. Maybe staying here will be a good thing.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in Xian Qing's palms, and he clenched them slightly. A fiery light suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes. At that moment, standing in the abyss, he seemed to see the flames of hope.

Ying Meng walked to Xian Qing and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, which dyed half of the sky red. It was so beautiful. The sky and the earth were so vast that it stretched as far as the eye could see. Could this desolate desert have once been filled with flowers and green trees?

Yingmeng saw the light in Xian Qing's eyes. She wanted to laugh at him severely, but she found that she couldn't because the other person wanted the same thing as she wanted.

Ying Meng closed her eyes, and when did the word calm become a luxury wish? She clearly realized that this assumption would never happen, at least it was impossible for them, but why would she still have a luxury wish?

She paused for a moment, watching the sun slowly set and the darkness slowly extending across the land. "This is indeed a good place and a place to stay. But can you let it go?"

Xian Qing smiled bitterly, and the red-hot light in his eyes seemed to have been hit hard by a sharp blade, turning into broken shimmering light, slowly burning out, hope was extinguished, and the abyss fell into deathly darkness again.

Can he let it go? In the final analysis, it’s just an obsession, but he just can’t let it go!

He had to avenge this . He had to wash away this infamy. This was his inherent responsibility as a royal family.

Responsibility, what a good word. It is like countless cold and heavy shackles, densely locking all his actions, affecting his whole body at a moment's notice, and suffering a bone-piercing stinging feeling every moment. Although it is not fatal, it is

Can never be freed.

He followed the situation he wanted every step of the way, and now he was only one step away from that position. But suddenly he felt that all this was ridiculous.

There were some indescribable fluctuations in a pair of always calm and sharp eye masks.

"Can you let it go?"

Xian Qing suddenly spoke, his voice was calm and low, with an unexplained loneliness and desolation.

Yingmeng suddenly felt a strong astringency in her mouth, and her heart moved slightly. For a moment, she couldn't tell where her heart belonged.

She didn't want to let go of her obsession, but every time she thought of Yang Cang's death, her own injustice, Xiao Xue's spiritual root, Sheng Yuan's calculation, Feng Xi's choice... the obsession was like a poisonous vine that lingered in her body endlessly.

The stasis spread, with endless bitterness flowing to her limbs. Reason told her that it was just an obsession, but the obsession could actually form, so how could she let it go so easily?

There is no comparison between her obsession and Xian Qing's obsession. How can two things shaped by emotions be compared?

She knew what the best answer was, but she didn't want to answer it that way.

Ying Meng was solemn and serious, looking into Xian Qing's eyes without hesitation and said: "I can't let it go."

Xian Qing blinked lightly. In fact, he knew the answer, it was expected.

After persisting for so long and giving so much, how can you just let go?
Chapter completed!