Ming Zhitian had a bad premonition: "What do you mean?"
Ming Ya said, "I advise you not to go and see it. Your father is telling you directly for your own good."
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly: "So you mean you've been thoughtful?"
Ming Ya saw him smile at himself, and before he could gloat, Ming Zhitian vanished with a "whoosh": "You brat."
The next scene, chilling to the bone, saw the three thousand and seven people of the Shenzong Sect silenced!
Ming Zhitian thought he was dreaming. He slapped himself twice, only to realize that all of this... was true!
Looking back, right after Ming Zhitian left, a capable person from the Boli Pavilion arrived. With just a raised hand, half of the Shenzong Sect was uprooted.
Then came the massacre, killing anyone they saw, until the Mo Li Divine Venerable appeared. The person looked disdainful: "Mechanism person?"
With a mere snap of his fingers, Mo Li Divine Venerable's internal mechanisms went haywire as if electrified, and then it disintegrated from within, rendering it completely immobile.
What followed was a great slaughter. Including Mo Li Divine Venerable and the women led by Yan Lixue, all three thousand and seven were silenced.
This was akin to the Shenzong Sect under Martial Saint Ran Yizhou's command, once again facing annihilation. The difference was negligible, and it was equally brutal.
People dead, mechanisms destroyed, not a single survivor left. What kind of hatred was this?
Mo Li Divine Venerable uttered a few final words: "Little one... you've returned..." Then it fell still, completely paralyzed.
Ming Zhitian grasped its hand: "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Setting down the unconscious Mo Li Divine Venerable, he searched among the dead for the women.
Soon, he held up a corpse, the woman he loved most, Yan Lixue. Then, one by one, more corpses appeared before him, and he broke down...
Seeing all the women dead, Ming Zhitian went mad: "Ah! ... Xue'er! Xue'er! Ahhhhh!..."
"Boli Pavilion! I'll destroy your entire clan!"
"Bang!" Ming Zhitian sprang from the spot! He was already a thousand miles away.
Ming Zhitian's rage burned, his fiery red eyes devoid of reason. What wisdom, what encyclopedic knowledge, now he had only one thought: kill!
Ming Ya, having foreseen his intentions, quickly sent people to stop him. The Four Shadow Guards each threw a super-strengthened immortal-binding rope at Ming Zhitian, restraining his entire body.
"Yahaha! Ah!... Let me go!" Ming Zhitian refused to be bound and struggled desperately.
Ming Ya said solemnly, "Neither Qi'er nor I want to lose the son we just found."
"I don't care about you!" Ming Zhitian directly burned his vital blood, his strength multiplied several times! His spirit then self-immolated, slowly burning through the super-strengthened immortal-binding rope.
Ming Zhitian, with one surge of power, sent the Four Shadow Guards flying, throwing them before Ming Ya and blocking him. He then seized the opportunity to escape, vanishing without a trace.
But Ming Ya was certain where Ming Zhitian was going. He could only shake his head and sigh helplessly, because that place was one even he, Ming Ya, was unsure of returning from. Otherwise, after so many years, why hadn't he ever thought of seeking revenge?
Ming Zhitian's eyes were reddened by hatred. He blindly searched for traces of Boli Pavilion, grabbing cultivators along the way and interrogating them. He even killed a few innocent people en route.
Anyone else, facing such a complete annihilation, might have reacted the same way, right?
After searching for a long time without success, Ming Zhitian grew tired, a weariness of the heart from utter despair. He suppressed the tears welling up and continued his search.
Suddenly, he had an independent realization: "Boli Pavilion... the East Sea, Li Shang Zhen Hai... Yes, yes... the East Sea, it's the East Sea!"