Wang Ling kept silent as he relieved his past life. He watched as the youth stood up and continued to stare at the heavens. He cried and cried, he cried until no blood or tear could escape his eyes.

He screamed as he wailed the hatred that is kept inside his heart.

"Why? Why is it like this? He was not a man of evil, he was a righteous person! If the heavens deem anyone the need to be punished then punish me, please, punish me and take my life!"

The youth was in grief, the only man who took him in when the snow piled up on his beaten-up body was now in front of him as a corpse without a head. He hated himself, yet he could not take his own life, the promise he had with his master was to live a life with a family to call his own.

The hatred that remains in his heart made him unable to take his own life, he wants to fulfill the promise he had with his master. Yet as he stood there with seething anger, he made another vow and that vow was the start of it.

"I will cut all those people down, I do not care if they are a saint! I am but a nascent soul cultivator now but soon, I will take their heads and pile them into a mountain as offering!"

The youth called out and then brought out a sword. As the youth did so, he cut his own palms and made a blood pact with the heavens. If he was to fail to destroy the family that caused the death of his master, he too would die.

The sword he used to cut his palms glowed and the qi that gathered around the youth attracted the blood of the mountain peak. The sword rose into the air and the essence of the youth's soul entered the sword.

A sword, a massive river of blood, and a blue-colored soul essence flowed into the sword and then slowly began to transform. The intention of the youth was imprinted on the sword and the hatred and despair he felt remained inside.

Wang Ling watched as this happened and unconsciously grasp the two swords that was on the physical world. The sword absorbed the two substance and soon became one, it landed on his hand and became his nascent soul.

The blood was sucked inside the sword and the painful memories was recorded, with his soul essence connected to the sword his nascent soul the youth knew that he will be reminded by the sword of his mistake of the past.

The youth unexpectedly turned to Wang Ling who was watching and then opened his mouth, "For you to appear here, do you even know the weight of the sin that you have committed? For you to watch as your master's body rot, do you find so amusing that you relive it?"

Wang Ling shook his head.

"I want to be free of the curse that haunts me in my sleep. The inner devil that remains in my heart even after thousands of attempts still remains. Heart Devil, you are but a simple obstruction that is stuck in the past, why don't you disappear already?"

The youth made a grim smirk and directed it towards him. The tears that had stopped flowed once again and the world trembled as the mountain began to shook.

"You dare say those words? Do you think I am but a mere ghost that haunts you? Do you think that existing as the pain of your mistakes is something that I wish to become? I exist because of the mistakes that you have made, the foolishness you have done and the weakness you possess."

The world turned into a blood-red and changed location. From the bloodied mountains into a city that is filled with screams and cries of both young and old. A dark past had been unearthed yet Wang Ling remain unperturbed.

"The city that you have burnt in the path of vengeance you took, the number of blood you have fed in the sword that you have created in order to drown the hate and regret that is buried deep within you. You are nothing but a sinner and a weakling that have no right to live a normal life.

"You live in the illusion that you have thrown the past away and have moved past them yet why do I feel hate is still clawing in your soul?"

A bright light shot up Wang Ling's chest. A miniature him appeared and quietly floated inside his chest. This was his soul, it was pure white but a tainting blood red was clinging to its aura, and in the presence of the blood-red taint a baleful mist erupted that devoured the entire city.

The baleful blood-red mist continued to expand and soon devoured a landmass that is equivalent to an entire Domain. Those inside the baleful blood-red mist began losing their breath and soon died.

Wang Ling could oddly pick up the image of the dead and the hate that bore upon his psyche made his eyes twitch. Billions of hands popped up from blood-soaked soil and hundreds upon billions of crying souls appeared and clawed on Wang Ling's body.

This caused Wang Ling to suddenly become alert and brought out a blood-red sword that is identical to the sword of the youth who was staring at him with mocking eyes. He waved his sword and began hacking away at the hands that attached themselves to him, Wang Ling's mind began to cloud and soon rage a dense killing intent and baleful aura attached itself onto his heart and spread across the world.

With a wave of his sword, the world began to tremble, but the baleful blood-red mist expanded even further.

Wang Ling continued to hack away at his enemies and soon an unwanted image flash in his head.

"Ling, why did you do it?" A familiar voice, Wang Ling turned around and found Bai Xue who had her front paws cut off and her white fur dyed in blood.

Wang Ling suddenly stopped his hands. He froze as he stared at an even number of image devouring his mind.

"Big.. Brother, help me… I don't want to die, please, don't let them take me g…" This time it was Wang Yue who had her bright light snuffed away by someone.

Soon, people after people he cared about began to appear. Xiao Fei'er, Wang Shu Qing, Wang Hong, Butler Sun, Qigang, Qiqi, and other people he knew started to have their lives taken away.

All of them was questioning him, asking him why! They were asking for help but he could not respond because the only thing he saw was the image of their deaths.

Soon, Wang Ling's mind became cornered. He became restless and it was at this time that a figure appeared in front of him…

"You are a harbinger of death. You want to live a life with those tainted hands of yours, what you deserve…"

Slash!

Wang Ling brandished his sword against the figure, but as the feeling of flesh being cut was felt, Wang Ling retracted his sword with great haste.

In front of him was Yan Renhuo who had half of her neck slashed. She stared at Wang Ling with confused and pained eyes. Blood escaped her mouth as a fountain of red exploded out of her neck. As 'Yan Renhuo' lost her strength, she stumbled and fell on the embrace of Wang Ling, with her eyes that is filled with pain and sadness she uttered…

"You will kill those around you just like before. You will never escape that cycle, for you can never change!"

'Yan Renhuo's' lifeless body fell and Wang Ling was already trembling. Now, his mind was slowly being eaten away by hate and regret. The fear that should not exist began creeping in his heart and as he began losing sight of the world while drowning in a world of blood.

His eyes became completely red as he completely drowned in blood, inside his mind he screamed in pain and as he poured out everything in a single scream, he opened his eyes and felt his body sweating bullets and tears of blood had already escaped from his eyes.

The waves that appeared and his breathing became rapid. He looked into the skies that had turned dark and whispered to himself, "I will protect them, you'll see."

Wang Ling still has no ability to make the taint in his soul disappear.