Endless hatred, resentment, and fury filled Yue Qianzhong's chest, nearly causing it to burst.
But he knew that he would struggle to survive.
How could he, alone, fight against an entire Imperial Dynasty?
In the end, Yue Qianzhong knelt on one knee in a pool of blood, using his long spear to support his body.
The four battle flags behind him once represented their Yue Family, four generations of loyalty.
But now, those flags had been stained a deep scarlet by blood.
Just as Yue Qianzhong's consciousness began to fade.
A voice resonated in his mind from the void.
"I can grant you power, the power to destroy the world, and make you the source of the black calamity."
"Do you have the courage and the capability for this?"
Yue Qianzhong did not hesitate.
He had already lost everything; he feared losing nothing more.
What did it matter if he discarded this body?
Afterward, a bone-white crown suddenly emerged from the Void Realm.
The mysterious voice spoke again.
As long as he wore this bone crown, he would possess the power to destroy everything.
Yue Qianzhong put it on.
This bone crown was none other than the ancient dark artifact, The Calamity Bone Crown!
In Yue Qianzhong's eyes, this Imperial Dynasty was reduced to ashes.
He had taken his revenge.
From then on, Yue Qianzhong ceased to exist in the world.
And the Black Calamity Tribes gained their most mysterious, bizarre, and powerful lineage.
The Calamity Clan!
And he became the War God of the Disaster Clan.
The youth who slew demons had ultimately become a demon.
Fragment after fragment flowed through the space of consciousness.
Ye Junlin and Yun Yingluo watched those scenes in silence.
I fear no one could have imagined that this source of the Calamity Clan, the War God of the Disaster Clan, actually had such an experience.
If it were anyone else, they would likely be unable to accept it.
Going mad would be the most normal reaction.
The War God of the Disaster Clan, or rather, Yue Qianzhong, looked at Yun Yingluo with a complex expression, tinged with nostalgia.
He said indifferently.
"Originally, I had forgotten who I was, forgotten everything."
"Because those things were so long, so very long ago."
"So long ago that it felt as if they hadn't happened to me."
"But, the moment I saw you, you reminded me of her, and reminded me of my own name."
After Yue Qianzhong put on The Calamity Bone Crown and became the War God of the Disaster Clan.
He seemed to have forgotten so much, even his own name.
He had truly become the War God of the Disaster Clan.
However, after seeing Yun Yingluo, he remembered everything, remembered his own past.
Because Yun Yingluo resembled the lover who had committed suicide.
And Yun Yingluo had half of the Calamity Clan's Bloodline within her, and was also the Daughter of Calamity.
This couldn't help but make one wonder if there was truly some fated Karma.
"Then what will you do now? Will you destroy our consciousness?" asked Yun Yingluo.
The will of the War God of the Disaster Clan was clearly powerful beyond words.
Before it had fully appeared, it had already caused Ye Junlin to fall into internal strife, struggling against himself.
Now, although the consciousness belonging to Jun Xiaoyao had awakened.
Resisting the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan was clearly not a simple matter.
"What do you think I will do?" said Yue Qianzhong.
The scene of the entire blood-colored desert suddenly changed.
It transformed into a blood-stained Imperial City.
Bones piled into mountains, blood flowing like rivers!
Yue Qianzhong stood alone in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
"They are all dead, those people I cherished most."
"Even now that I possess the power to shake the entire world, I still cannot bring them back to life."
Yue Qianzhong muttered to himself, his tone filled with sorrow.
That was correct.
Even a Mythical Emperor, standing at the Peak of this world, stepping into the power of time and space, still could not reverse life and death to resurrect those who had long passed away.
"So, was it their fault for dying?" Yue Qianzhong murmured.
As his words fell, the four large flags behind him, stained with blood, fluttered.
A destructive will of boundless calamity and disaster began to surge and expand, as if wanting to annihilate the world.
At this moment, Ye Junlin suddenly spoke.
"Yue Qianzhong, your past is indeed lamentable."
"But the truth of this world is just that ugly."
"Even if you overturn the Realm Sea and destroy everything, so what?"
"You will still regret it for the rest of your life."
Hearing Ye Junlin's words, Yue Qianzhong replied in a cold tone.
"As expected, those who haven't experienced it speak so lightly."
"Next, if you were to experience the same situation as I did, what would you do?"
"For example, if the Realm Sea were completely destroyed, and the Yun Imperial Clan behind you, and even the Yun Sheng Imperial Palace, were all slaughtered, what then?"
With Yue Qianzhong's ability, he naturally already knew Ye Junlin's true identity.
It was Jun Xiaoyao.
That was why he said such things.
"You cannot destroy the Yun Clan."
Ye Junlin's tone also turned cold.
If Yue Qianzhong truly could not be persuaded, then they would have to clash head-on.
But at this moment, Yun Yingluo spoke up to interrupt.
"Enough!"
Yue Qianzhong looked at Yun Yingluo.
Perhaps because Yun Yingluo looked somewhat like his childhood sweetheart, he had a special feeling for her and was patient with her.
Yun Yingluo looked at Yue Qianzhong and said.
"Your past is indeed something ordinary people cannot accept."
"We haven't experienced it, so we cannot understand your pain and wounds."
"But..." Yun Yingluo's tone suddenly shifted. "What is the difference between what you are doing now and that Imperial Lord from back then?"
This one sentence caused Yue Qianzhong's gaze to turn suddenly cold.
This was a taboo that could not be touched!
Rumble!
The entire space of consciousness trembled, and blood-colored winds began to blow.
"I am merciful to you because you resemble the person in my memories."
"But that does not mean you have the right to offend me."
Yun Yingluo continued: "The Calamity Clan has destroyed so many worlds and caused so many lives in the Realm Sea to perish."
"And you, as the War God of the Disaster Clan, if you finally break through, countless factions, families, and races will be annihilated."
"Back then, that Imperial Lord was ruthless and destroyed your Yue Family."
"But what you are doing now is destroying thousands upon thousands of 'Yue Families'."
"When that time comes, one after another, people as miserable as you were back then will appear."
"Those people will all be the former you. Are you willing to let your past tragedy repeat itself, time and time again?"
Yun Yingluo's voice trembled slightly.
Yue Qianzhong listened in silence.
He raised his own hand and saw that it was stained with countless amounts of blood.
Yun Yingluo continued: "The woman who loved you most wanted you to live on and replace the heavens."
"She wanted you to cleanse the injustices of this world, not to destroy this world."
"Back then, you were forced by circumstances to accept the power of the source of the black calamity."
"But now, you can choose the path you want to walk."
"Will you continue to be the War God of the Disaster Clan?"
"Or... will you become Yue Qianzhong!"
After Yun Yingluo finished speaking, her eyes fixed on Yue Qianzhong.
Ye Junlin's gaze was solemn, remaining on guard at all times.
Yue Qianzhong was silent.
Then, he suddenly laughed.
"Heh... Ya, are you reminding me?" Yue Qianzhong muttered to himself.
Ya was the name of his childhood sweetheart.
"I wanted revenge, so I became the War God of the Disaster Clan."
"But in the end, I became the person I hated and loathed the most..."
Yue Qianzhong laughed.
He only felt that all of this was too absurd.
The youth who slew demons became a demon, and in the end, would be slain in turn, repeating in such a cycle.
It shouldn't be like this.
His gaze turned to Yun Yingluo, then to Ye Junlin.
Finally, he let out a sigh.
"If I were still the War God of the Disaster Clan, what would you do?"
Yue Qianzhong asked, looking at Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin replied coldly: "At any cost, I will erase you, even if my own body collapses!"
"Heh..." Yue Qianzhong laughed.
Perhaps only someone like this was qualified to slay demons and completely resolve the Black Calamity.
"I walked the wrong path," Yue Qianzhong said.
"This is not the path Ya wanted me to walk, yet I have walked it for far too long."
"Now, I am tired."
"My remaining power can all be given to you, which can be considered a small, insignificant compensation."
"I hope this power can allow you not to repeat my tragedy."
"After all, this world should not be like this."
Yue Qianzhong was relieved.
Or perhaps, liberated.
His immense will, which could have originally overwhelmed everything, was now dissipating.
Yun Yingluo had untied his heart's knot.
Ye Junlin and Yun Yingluo watched Yue Qianzhong, whose figure was gradually becoming illusory and dissipating.
Both were silent.
The youth who slew demons had ultimately become a demon.
And the final demon became the savior.