“Qi’er!”

“Qinghan!!”

“AH~~~~!!”

The sky was filled with Zhou Xuzi’s heart-wrenching screams.

They were like the howls of a despairing beast, or the wails of a wraith in pain… anyone who heard them would never believe that they belonged to the Eternal Heaven God Emperor himself.

Nothing he had ever experienced in his nightmares came close to the cruel despair of watching his own children and grandchildren being slaughtered right in front of him.

He screamed and attacked the image in the sky like a madman, but no matter how many times the projection crumbled and reformed, he couldn’t stop hearing Yan Three’s demonic laughter, couldn’t stop watching Yan Three tearing his people apart again and again.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi— 

Yan Three swung his arms repeatedly until he formed a gigantic web of darkness made of black claw marks.

Everything beneath it—even space itself—was turned into fleshy bits and bloody mist.

Zhou Xuzi eventually stopped moving.

Blood blurred his vision and tore his heart and soul into pieces.

His whisk slipped out of his grasp and hit the cold, hard ground beneath him.

His face was full of tears.

Less than two years ago, after Zhou Qingchen died, he thought that there was nothing in the world that could make him cry anymore. 

He was wrong. Not only was he crying tears,...