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It was said that the corpses of humans and animals were everywhere, and even the vegetation was different from other places. The branches were malevolent, dried up, and the bright red bark of the tree was mottled like a sleeping demon, causing one's hair to stand on end.

The Corpse Mountain was famous for the caravans between the two countries, but because countless caravans had been massacred by the Corpse Mountain bandits, they had no choice but to pass by the foot of the Corpse Mountain. Every time they looked at the barren mountain, a chill would suddenly run down their spines.

However, the bandits on the Corpse Mountain seemed to understand the principle of constant flow of water. They did not kill all the caravans, but chose to kill only one person every day. Fang Cheng was lucky, barely escaping from the bandits several times, but who would know the fate of the caravan he was leading?

At noon, when the sun was high in the sky, all the caravans on the old road were rushing with all their might, hoping to travel a little longer to avoid the attacks of the Corpse Mountain bandits. However, Fang Cheng's caravan strangely stopped in a shady spot ten miles away from the Corpse Mountain, causing all the passing caravans to raise their eyebrows and discuss about it.

The guards scattered in all directions. Although it was daytime, they could not let down their guard. The caravan and the rest of the guards also went to find a place to rest.

After making a round of inspection and discovering that there were no abnormalities, Fang Cheng came before the carriage that Azure Sun rode.

"Brother Tai Yi, are our actions effective?" Fang Cheng nervously asked if Qingyang's plan was effective, and he was rather doubtful about it.

"Hehe, this method might be useless or useful, but how do you know before that time?" Qingyang said with a chuckle as he lifted up the curtains.

Seeing how Qingyang was pretending to be mysterious, Fang Cheng was speechless. However, seeing how confident he seemed, or how he might have a way to deal with the situation, Fang Cheng decided not to bring up the matter. After exchanging a few words, he returned to his carriage to rest.

"Tonight, I will explore the Corpse Mountain. I wonder if there will be any gains." When Fang Cheng was far away, Azure Sun, who had withdrawn into the car, let out a low sigh.

"Hehe, Old Master, you sure are confident. The Great Void Sect should not be your match now, right? " Qing Yangming smiled as he replied.

"Naturally, I don't care about ordinary experts of the Great Void. However, if there's a powerful Sun God, there's a possibility." Qingyang said in a low voice as he glanced at Qing Yangming.

Indeed, with Qingyang's abnormal cultivation method and his ability to control thunder, it could be said that an expert of the same level could instantly kill him. But what about a Sun God? He was a tyrannical existence that was able to communicate with the heaven and earth, and transfer the limitless power of the heaven and earth to his own. If he were to fight against this, he didn't know what the result would be.

"However, there might not be a sun god. The sun god experts aren't like the cabbages on the streets; they can be found anywhere." After pondering for a while, Qing Yangming responded.

"That's right, but if Nannan Junlong was really at the corpse mountain, could it be that there weren't any Sun God powerhouses at the bottom of the hall?" Qingyang nodded, but then sighed and said, "If he didn't have the protection of a Sun God, how would he be able to escape from the hands of Nangrong Yanlong?"

Although he didn't know much about the trump card in the hands of Nalan Rongyan, he knew that the trump card in the hands of the scheming Nannan Rongyan must be extremely terrifying. Not to mention the Sun God Stage powerhouses, even the supreme Sky Immortal Stage existences might have one.

Although he and Yan Long were blood brothers, they both viewed each other as mortal enemies. If they could kill each other based on their personalities, then there was no way they would let the other side have a chance of survival. Although Junlong had lost, he had still escaped.

Seeing that Qingyang still insisted on going despite knowing that there was a certain amount of danger, Qing Yangming could not help but feel a little doubtful, "Then, Old Master, why do you insist on exploring the mountains of corpses at night?"

Taking a deep breath, Qing Yang could vaguely remember the change in Nan Rong's expression when he learned that he had a close relationship with Beitang Haifan. This Nan Rong was quite scheming, and the massacre of Qingyang Village was probably related to him.

"Why? If it can be used by me, it will definitely become my Elite Armament to fight against the South Rong family. If it can't be used by me, I must cut this person off from his roots and eliminate any future troubles! " A fierce expression surfaced on Qingyang's face as he hatefully uttered those words.

Qing Yangming was stunned when he heard this. His expression also changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Qingyang with a complicated expression and said, "You've changed."

"Have I changed? "Perhaps, it's just that no one would want to turn out like this. It's just that they're forcing me, the heavens are forcing me." Qing Yang shook his head with a bitter smile. His expression also gradually became a little calmer. There was even a tinge of desolation and sadness in his words.

Yeah, who wants to be like that? Who would wish for their parents to be killed?

If he was still that naive child from back then, how could he have gone further on this path of revenge?

Hatred allowed Qingyang to grow, allowed Qingyang to transform, and faced his enemies and criminals. Even though he was kneeling and begging for mercy, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Qingyang wasn't a saint. He was just an ordinary person who desired bland and blissful dreams. It was just that today, no one's wish had been fulfilled. He was shouldering a heavy burden that he shouldn't have been carrying.

On this blood-stained, bone-piled road of revenge, every step he took would result in the death of several more soul fragments. When he reached the end, how many ghosts would be howling behind him?

Regret it?

Perhaps he had no regrets, or perhaps he was unwilling. If Qingyang ever stopped in his tracks, that would be the moment of his death. Otherwise, no one would be able to stop him from taking revenge.

He still remembered the oath he had made in front of the graves in the Azure Sun Village, and the heart-wrenching cries when he touched those cold ones. If he regretted it, he probably regretted stepping into the Dongfang family and why he had to fight against the dragons and phoenixes of the four clans.

Time flew by, but everything that should not have happened happened, and what happened was irrevocable. How could Qingyang not hope that all of this was just a dream, and that he would still wake up in that simple mountain village?

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was crying for whom? Tears fell from her eyes. Whose life was this?

Fight, kill, roar, scream.

Only endless amounts of blood could quell the hatred in his heart, and only broken limbs could make him feel slightly relieved.

If there was a day when Qingyang fell and looked at the blood that spewed out of his mouth and at the blurry, fierce face before him, perhaps he would be relieved. There was a hint of unwillingness, but in the end, he closed his tired eyes.

Tired? Tired?

If he did not have the support of his friends, and if he did not have the encouragement of hatred, how could he continue to persevere like he did today?

It was a good thing to kill one person and save the world!

There was no right or wrong in this world. There was no justice. Those were just history written by the victors. Those were disputes where the victors gambled their lives for their own benefits!

Qingyang laughed, his laugh was a bit crazed and a bit sad. Who could truly understand the slight trace of unwillingness in his heart?

If I have to slaughter all the people in the world who deserve to be killed in order to pacify the restless hatred in my heart, then I will use great evil to do my best!

"The Corpse Mountain is destined to become a river of blood tonight." Closing his eyes, Qingyang silently mourned in his heart for the life and soul that should not have been lost.