The old man's words sent shivers down everyone's spines.
The most terrifying thing wasn't the reversal of emotional perception, but that at the same time, he still retained a clear discernment of right and wrong.
Protecting everything he deeply loved could only bring endless pain, while personally killing his beloved and closest relatives could bring the greatest joy.
It was a life worse than death.
"Master, you all should leave."
Huo Jiutian clutched his hair, his expression contorted in extreme pain.
"You all leave, let me be alone, forever, forever in this untouched snowy mountain, let me turn into a stone, forever, forever, without sorrow or joy, I beg you!"
He spoke these words with great difficulty.
The old man shook his head.
"Such a dangerous Imperial Spirit cannot be allowed to remain in the world; if it is allowed to spread, the world will fall into chaos. Little Nine, I'm sorry."
"Attack!"
"Hahahahaha, come, come, let me kill you all!"
Seeing a group of Righteous Path Cultivators attack him, Huo Jiutian once again reverted to his previous Madness state, charging towards them.
......
Changqing no longer knew how many years he had been tormented like this.
He had truly and completely experienced all the pain Huo Jiutian had gone through.
He had personally killed his beloved wife and daughter, and annihilated his entire Family.
In the great battle on the snowy mountain peak, he survived, killing every single Righteous Path individual who had besieged him.
Afterwards, he lived alone in this vast snowy mountain for hundreds of years, until the heavens and earth changed and time shifted, attempting to dull his heart into a stone.
Unfortunately, he failed.
Ultimately, the once-promising new star of the Righteous Path, the Huo Family Prodigy, a Saint of the Heaven Desolation Realm, became a notorious flower thief.
He discovered that only by indulging in the carnal desires he already found tiresome could he find a moment of peace and relaxation.
His Cultivation Technique, which was originally a Heavenly Spirit Opportunity, was also transformed by him into a Love Bond that could absorb the Cultivation of others through sexual intercourse.
The Hundred Flowers Evil Saint, his evil reputation was finally established.
Having experienced all of this, Changqing could barely distinguish who he truly was—was he here to undergo a trial, or was he inherently Huo Jiutian, having endured the hardships and tribulations of this life?
Until his Lifespan was nearing its end, he gathered all the beautiful women's souls he had collected in this life, used Poison Law methods to fuse the essence of Hundred Flowers, and refined batch after batch of Alien demons, placing them in the prepared Legacy ground, the Hundred Flowers Cave, allowing them to constantly Reincarnate. He himself indulged in pleasure within it every day until he died.
What a pathetic life.
Changqing opened his eyes, Huo Jiutian's life dissipated like smoke. He was still sitting on the throne in Caiyun Hall, with Luo Hongyan standing beside him, her face showing anxiety.
Seeing Changqing open his eyes, she said happily.
"That's great, you're finally awake."
Changqing stood up somewhat bewildered, looking around.
"Did I... succeed?"
"Yes, you were unconscious on this throne for three whole days. You finally obtained this Legacy."
Changqing shook his head, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.
A petal-shaped mark appeared on his wrist, a symbol of inheriting the Legacy.
"Good, without further ado, let's leave here quickly." Changqing said, taking Luo Hongyan's hand and preparing to activate the Hundred Flowers Token.
In an instant, his brow furrowed.
A chilling sensation crept over his entire body.
Luo Hongyan's originally warm and delicate hand now felt like a disgusting maggot in his grasp, and her faint fragrance, in Changqing's perception, became unbearably foul.
He turned to look at Luo Hongyan's face. Luo Hongyan was also looking at him. At this moment, this face, which he considered incredibly beautiful and never tiring to look at, now filled him with an extraordinary sense of disgust, almost to the point of vomiting.
What was going on?
Luo Hongyan stared at him for a long time, then asked.
"Changqing, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
He still took Luo Hongyan's hand and activated the Hundred Flowers Token in his hand.
The two were teleported to the foot of a mountain. Luo Hongyan tentatively asked.
"Changqing, are you... are you still willing to return to the Family with me?"
"Of course."
Changqing forced himself, and stroked her head.
"Didn't we agree? What, are you trying to go back on your word?"
"No way." Luo Hongyan took his hand, "This road is very long, you must think it through."
"I'll accompany you to the end."
However, while saying these words, Changqing felt an incessant irritation towards Luo Hongyan.
It wasn't the impatience of lovers arguing or getting angry, but a genuine irritation, disgust, and even hatred, as if the girl before him was an enemy he wished to kill immediately.
......
Despite this, he had never changed his mind.
Thus, he followed Luo Hongyan, traversing mountains and rivers, and finally returned to her Family.
After contributing the Hundred Flowers Legacy, Luo Hongyan also obtained a Soul Cleansing Dew as she wished and gave it to Changqing, completely erasing his Blood Law and Poison Law Cultivation.
He then began to follow Luo Hongyan, learning Refining Method. Although his natural talent was low, with the advantage of his Innate Spiritual Body and his diligent hard work, his Cultivation speed caught up to Luo Hongyan's in just a few years.
During this period, the two also left the Family, traveled the world, collected refining materials, entered Legacies, and sought Opportunities.
But...
Disgust, hatred, torment.
Whenever he was near Luo Hongyan, even just thinking of her in his heart, Changqing felt unbearable pain.
Coincidentally matching Luo Hongyan's always serene and elegant demeanor, he always maintained a poker face, as if he were Luo Hongyan's cold-faced bodyguard.
Only when interacting with others would he be much more natural.
He was inherently cold-hearted, mostly feeling neither sorrow nor joy towards ordinary people, without any ripples.
This, on the contrary, made him feel much more comfortable.
Thus, many years passed, and both became Thousand Autumn Realm Venerables with extraordinary attainments in Refining Method. They were often inseparable, and were called the Luo Family Venerable Couple by the world.
......
"Changqing, take Young Miss and leave quickly!"
"We can't hold on much longer! What are you still hesitating for!"
The Evil Lord, stepping on the corpses of countless Clan members, glanced at Changqing and said with interest.
"Interesting, you, boy, have a Devil Head in your heart."
He stepped on the Luo Clan Chief's body and laughed.
"If you follow me, I can spare your life."
Luo Hongyan, heavily injured nearby, gritted her teeth and said, "Devil Head, let go of my father. If you have the guts, come at me."
The Evil Lord activated his Imperial Spirit, striking Luo Hongyan. Luo Hongyan spat out blood and flew backward. Changqing quickly rushed forward to heal her with Healing Spirituals.
"It seems that being under someone else's thumb is not a good feeling. Now this woman is in critical danger, yet you can't help but be overjoyed, your schadenfreude almost overflowing from your face."
The Evil Lord's voice startled Changqing. He looked at the dying Luo Hongyan and saw his own face, grinning hideously like a demon, reflected in her pupils.
Yes, an inexpressible excitement and pleasure filled his entire body, making him almost burst with happiness. He didn't know why he felt this way; from the moment the Clan Chief, who treated him like his own son, was besieged by countless evil Cultivators, to Luo Hongyan's severe injuries, this joy intensified, becoming impossible for him to suppress.
"Come, follow me and kill all these hypocritical Righteous Path Cultivators. We truly need a Refining Method Genius like you to serve us."
The Evil Lord's voice carried a strong infectious quality, making him instinctively want to obey.
Kill, kill Luo Hongyan, kill this person he utterly detested. If he could personally kill her, what an irresistible pleasure that would be!
At this thought, his hand involuntarily moved to Luo Hongyan's slender neck. Compared to using his Imperial Spirit, it seemed that personally ending her life this way would better satisfy his heart, which had suffered pain and torment for many years.