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Years ago, Third Uncle submerged himself in the chaos of blades and swords to protect himself.
That scene still lingers in Qin Tian's dreams.
How could he possibly still be alive?
Could it be just his illusion?
Qin Tian bit his tongue.
With the pain, he finally regained his former calmness.
No matter what, he had to stay composed.
Only by remaining calm could he make clear judgments.
He looked around.
Ruins surrounded him.
The stench of blood had not dissipated even after three years.
"Third Uncle, where are you?"
Qin Tian tried to call out.
There was no response.
After a long while, Qin Tian patted his chest.
It seemed that he had indeed been experiencing hallucinations.
Such things are normal.
After all, he had returned to the place where his dreams had shattered.
There were too many concerns weighing on him.
A disaster had destroyed Northern Yan, and with it, the last flicker of warmth in the heart of a young boy.
He had no choice but to carry the only belief he had, with his youthful body, and walk this path.
All for the sake of avenging his loved ones in the underworld.
A life cannot be lost in vain.
Blood cannot be shed without reason.
These grievances, Qin Tian would repay with his own hands.
He stood before the unyielding figure of Third Uncle.
Gazing at that familiar face, his heart suddenly ached deeply.
"Third Uncle, it was my weakness that caused you to lose your life while protecting me in the Underworld. One day, I will repay the pain and resentment you endured a hundredfold, a thousandfold."
This was a vow.
It was also the only belief that had guided him along his journey.
He believed that these loved ones would watch over him from the depths of the underworld.
They would give him strength.
He must have faith in himself.
He would not let so many people down.
Even if he had to die, he would return this hatred.
"Child, living well is our greatest comfort."
Once again, that familiar voice echoed, but this time, Qin Tian recognized where it was coming from.
"Third Uncle."
Qin Tian was momentarily stunned, then suddenly embraced the unyielding figure before him.
"You’re not dead? You..."
He realized that it was indeed this steadfast figure that had spoken.
He couldn't believe it.
Yet he had no choice but to believe.
"It is him, yet it is not. Or rather, it should be said that this is the last voice of his unwilling soul."
The Martial God Senior appeared silently before Qin Tian.
With a sigh, he looked at Qin Tian.
Though the answer was cruel,
he had to say it.
"What do you mean..."
Qin Tian could not help but understand the meaning behind Martial God Senior's words.
These two sentences came from the unwilling soul of Third Uncle, expressing its final thoughts in this life.
Once the words were spoken, the reluctant soul would dissipate as a result.
There would be no chance for rebirth.
"Third Uncle!"
Qin Tian knelt on the ground, holding Third Imperial Uncle's unchanged body.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
Years of suppressed emotions finally erupted at this moment.
Martial God Senior hovered in mid-air, watching the weeping Qin Tian with a bitter expression.
For a moment, he did not know what to say.
He understood Qin Tian very well.
Though their circumstances were different from those of years past, they shared many similarities.
During Qin Tianping's days, he may not have been devoid of smiles entirely.
Yet, he had never cried even once.
It was not that he did not miss his loved ones in the underworld.
Rather, he had buried those deep feelings deep within his heart.
Today, he heard the unwilling soul of Third Uncle, who had accumulated strength for three years just to utter these two sentences.
If it were anyone else, they would likely be unable to control the sorrow in their hearts.
After a long while, Qin Tian finally calmed down. After giving Third Uncle a proper burial, he made his way into the city.
There, he personally dug a large pit.
Then he solemnly laid to rest all the fallen soldiers and citizens within it.
With trembling hands, he filled the grave with thick soil.
A joint burial.
This was the final respect he could offer them.
After completing these tasks, Qin Tian left Dragon Pass.
In the deep of night, he arrived at the former Northern Yan Imperial Capital.
The night sky was devoid of moonlight.
It was dark and gloomy for miles around.
A cold wind blew through, bringing no sign of life.
Before him lay a silent empty city, evoking a sense of terror.
"Should we wait until daytime to enter? The atmosphere is too heavy with yin energy; it's not good."
The figure of the Martial God Senior slowly emerged, gazing heavily at Qin Tian.
He did not want him to enter the city at this moment.
"They willingly buried their bones here for my sake. What do I, Qin Tian, have to fear? My life was given to me by them."
Qin Tian took a deep breath and stepped into the Northern Yan Imperial Capital.
Once, the Northern Yan Imperial Capital was a place of flourishing beauty.
It was bustling with activity.
It was the most prosperous city within hundreds of thousands of miles.
There was no comparison.
Three years later, it had turned into an empty city.
Not a single wisp of smoke rose.
Not even a sound could be heard.
Cold and desolate.
For anyone else, even a cultivator who had trained for many years, there would be some degree of trepidation.
However, for Qin Tian, there was not a hint of fear.
He felt no guilt.
There was no need to be afraid.
The people here had sacrificed their lives to ensure his survival.
Today, if he were to show cowardice in this place, what right would he have to face those who once held him dear?
On the half-destroyed city gate, blood flowed freely.
A general lay across it.
Qin Tian gently lifted the general onto his shoulder.
Pushing open the city gate, Qin Tian saw that within the gate's archway, at least a dozen bodies lay sprawled in disarray.
He recognized these people.
The Northern Yan Iron Cavalry Camp.
These were the most trusted confidants of his father from years past.
It was also one of the reasons why Northern Yan could sweep across the nations.
With their unyielding spirit, they became the last line of defense for the palace.
Qin Tian witnessed it all; not a single one of them retreated, all fell on the path of their charge.
The greatest shame for a warrior is not defeat, nor is it death in battle.
It is being stabbed in the back.
They were unyielding and resolute.
They were the iron-blooded men that Qin Tian admired the most.
Before their lifeless bodies, Qin Tian bowed deeply.
This bow was for their iron will.
It was for the years they had protected this empire.
These moments would be etched in Qin Tian's memory for a lifetime.
After burying them, Qin Tian continued to move forward.
Houses collapsed.
The ground crumbled.
One by one, ordinary citizens fell on the road.
Seeing this scene, Qin Tian suddenly felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
What kind of person could do this?
To act against those who are completely innocent, or perhaps, simply unaware.
War is brutal.
And they are the greatest victims of this disaster.
They should have known happiness.
A peaceful life.
Marrying and having children, experiencing the cycle of life and death.
Living through their days in safety.
But because they were born in Northern Yan, not a single one survived that calamity.
Qin Tian wanted to roar at the heavens.
He longed to release all the oppression and anger that weighed on his heart.
Yet, there was no opportunity.
"If I were still that mediocre boy, still that useless person who had practiced for three years with no progress at all, perhaps I wouldn't even have the chance to die at the hands of my enemies. But I am not. Heaven has given me a chance, and I will seize it. You will not have died in vain."
Qin Tian bowed deeply once more.
This time, he remained bowed for a full ten seconds.
Straightening his back, Qin Tian continued forward.
As he walked through the ruined streets, he caught sight of the palace walls from days gone by.
The grass and trees thrived.
The remnants of the wind brushed gently.
Qin Tian pushed open the heavy palace doors and beheld the Northern Yan Palace, a sight that seemed to exist only in dreams.
Every inch of land felt so familiar.
So familiar that he could remember.
What lay beyond each corner.
Weiyang Palace.
In Qin Tian's memory, it was the last battlefield.
The Queen Mother sat there, cross-legged.
With a single guqin, she blocked the fierce enemies.
She left behind a resolute figure for Qin Tian and his father.
She.
Gave them the chance to live.
Yet faced death alone.
She was the greatest mother.
The guqin remained.
But the person was gone.
In the Weiyang Palace, there lay more than a dozen corpses, sprawled in disarray.
Qin Tian recognized each one of them.
Every single face was so familiar.
They were from the Iron Cavalry Camp.
They were the last warriors of the Iron Cavalry Camp.
But where was his mother?
Qin Tian frantically searched, scouring every blade of grass and inch of land.
There was nothing!
Where could his mother have gone?
Qin Tian couldn't believe it; his mother, who faced death alone, had vanished.
"Queen Mother!"
Qin Tian knelt on the ground, helplessly screaming.
In the three years that had passed, he had recalled countless times the resolute figure of the Queen Mother.
He couldn't bear to look at her for long.
It was only today that he returned to this place.
Yet the Queen Mother had mysteriously disappeared.
"Senior, do you think there is still hope for the Queen Mother to be alive?"
After calming down, Qin Tian looked helplessly at the War God beside him.
When the War God saw the helpless look in Qin Tian's eyes, he nodded without hesitation.
There were no words exchanged.
Just that nod gave Qin Tian immense confidence.
"Haha, yes, the Queen Mother must be alive. She hasn't died; she definitely hasn't."
Struggling to rise from the ground, Qin Tian gazed at his own hands.
He laughed heartily towards the sky.
Yet, tears streamed down from his bloodshot eyes.
"Father must also be here. Both of them are definitely not dead."
It seemed that Qin Tian had found hope. After burying all the warriors in Weiyang Palace, he pushed open the back door and arrived at the place where his father had left him.
He still remembered when his father was behind Weiyang Palace, smiling as he urged him to leave alone.
"My child, I want to race with you. Eighty miles away, there is a desolate mountain. Run as fast as you can towards it. Be careful; your Queen Mother and I will be waiting for you there ahead of time."
"Alright. I will definitely outrun both of you!"
This was the last conversation between father and son.
Afterward, Qin Tian ran like a madman to the desolate mountains eighty miles outside the capital.
But he never saw their figures again.
He waited there for three full days until he finally encountered a few cultivators traveling on swords.
It was them, who had brought Qin Tian away from Northern Yan to the current Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
Seeing the missing Queen Mother, Qin Tian seemed to find hope.
Unfortunately.
The moment he pushed open the door.
Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
A familiar figure leaned against the crumbling palace wall.
Filled with unwillingness, there was no longer a trace of life left.
"Father!"
At that moment, when he embraced that body.
Qin Tian felt as helpless as a child.
"You said you would race with me, right? I waited for three years; why haven't you run yet? Liar, you're a liar... I hate you!"
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