Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The ki-rin descendant on the Sacred Residence started pacing back and forth uneasily, as if it was feeling threatened.

Qin Yu’er was on its back, and could already see Zhan Kong. She could still see something familiar, despite the huge changes in him.

It was the exact same face, the half-human half-demon visage she saw when she woke up in the ice. She was sure that she had not imagined it. She had gone back to Tianshan Mountain to verify it, too!

Unfortunately, they had not met on the deserted Tianshan Mountain, but in the bustling Sacred City instead.

Qin Yu’er did not care if he was a living human or a living dead.

Humans? Humans had only shown her coldness since her birth.

She could not care less what Zhan Kong was, she just wanted to see him again. The world had nothing but disdain for her. She only felt some slight warmth when he was looking at her.

Humans were lowly at times. It was like seeing a glimpse of light in a deep abyss; no matter how tough and torturous the journey was, they would still climb toward the light.

Qin Yu’er was the same. She just wanted to climb toward the man that had brought her warmth. Nothing else was important.

And yet, they were unwilling to grant her wish! What did she even do wrong?!

Zhan Kong’s attacks were brutal. He had killed everyone that blocked his path. At times, he seemed to be disgusted by himself, as if he was afraid Qin Yu’er would see him.

The truth was, Qin Yu’er wanted to embrace him and tell him that he was overthinking it. He should stop hurting himself!

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The Sacred City Reflection was corrupted by darkness after the attack by the evil dragons. The city had still been emanating a holy demeanor not long ago, but now it was like an execution ground waiting to execute a criminal. The Sacred City Mages had withdrawn to the Sacred Residence; the hunters had become the hunted. They could only defend an area they assumed to be safe.

The Sacred Residence was like an island stranded amid the darkness that had invaded the city. Michael’s Sacred Blue Robe was the only thing that could take on the Undead Emperor. Its colorful feathers would light up the darkness at times, as if dawn would arrive soon and they would have an upright victory over evil, but the next thing they knew, the darkness returned and dyed the sky black again.

The dark sky was filled with faces brimming with pain. They were groaning like claps of thunder, rebuking the people who were still alive on the ground.

Their hatred had accumulated over hundreds and thousands of years, but the people on the ground had only been alive for several dozen years at most. Their hatred and pain were leaving a lasting mark of fear in the people’s hearts, so that they would all suffer what these vengeful spirits had been through!

“Do you know what it feels like to be dead?” Zhan Kong walked up onto the stairs leading to the Sacred Residence.

Michael had delivered a motivating speech to the Sacred City Mages to increase their morale, but Zhan Kong could not help but scoff at it.

“Fighting to your death? Glory for a thousand years?”

“We are only alive for a few dozen years, yet those who have been dead for thousands of years still seek vengeance. Do you know the reason behind this?”

Zhan Kong proceeded up the stairs. His intimidating eyes were fixed on the Sacred City Mages.

“Death only consists of temporary fear and immediate pain. No matter what you turned into after your deaths, the petty glory you fought for is nothing compared to the torture you will suffer in Hell. Your descendants might treat you as respectable ancestors, but you will realize that if you were given another chance, you would never trade your lives for petty glory. It’s good to be alive, since the pain after death will last for thousands of years!”

Zhan Kong’s voice reached everyone. It was advice from the Undead Emperor to the living!

The time of happiness was always short, but the years of pain were lengthy!

Zhan Kong told them the pain would last for thousands of years, but the truth was, the pain would last for more than ten thousand years!

These people who were self-proclaimed as Saints had never been to the Kingdom of Death, nor had they experienced what it would feel like to be one of the living dead. Therefore, Zhan Kong was cordially giving them a chance to experience the pain of the living dead!

The darkness and the faces brimming with pain represented their sorrow, misery, anger, and hatred of the living world. These faces would select those with experiences similar to them and place them in a dream, forcing them to experience the sufferings they had gone through.

Everyone had some heart-breaking experiences in the past. The faces would force them to recall those painful experiences again!

Most regretfully, these painful experiences which most people would not want to go through again accompanied the dead every night! Humans needed sleep to forget their painful pasts, but sleeping was the same as experiencing their deepest sorrows to the undead!

One day, two days, one year, two years, one century, two centuries, one thousand years, two thousand years… there was no end to it!

Was it even worth it to fight to the death for mere glory? Was it worth it to die just to make their ancestors proud?

Zhan Kong continued up the stairs. He was not only planning to overwhelm one of the strongest humans, Michael, with his strength, but he was going to trample on their beliefs, too!

Those who respected one’s decision to sacrifice their lives were treating the person as a nobody. If they really cared about the person, they would only hope the person was well and alive. They would be overwhelmed with sorrow if the person died.

Therefore, being well and alive was the best way to respect the people around you!

If Zhan Kong was given the choice, he would choose to be a coward.

He just wanted to keep his promise. Someone was waiting for him. He would just show up as he had promised. She liked the way he looked at her, so he would look at her for the rest of his life.

Not like his current situation!

Nothing like his current situation, where he was neither human nor demon!

It was painful to recall his past and meet the woman. He could no longer feel his heart pounding heavily when they exchanged glances, nor could he experience the warmth when hugging one another, let alone more intimate interactions!

He did not show up at the Sacred City like a hero riding the clouds. He was a demon, a vengeful spirit. He was only bothering the woman whom he loved when he was alive. He was just getting his revenge.

If only he was still alive, none of this would have happened.

These idiots!

They had no idea how jealous he was of the living. He was trying so hard to withhold his urge, the urge to kill every living person on Earth!