"Is this really…the work of people?" When Wen Tianhua left the royal residence, the city he returned to was one of fire and blood. The bodies of ordinary citizens flew left and right, chewed, quartered, skewered, or outright calcined as they raced across the sky.
It was madness. Brutality at its finest, purest and most primitive form. In his 2,500 years of existence, the Grand Preceptor had never witnessed such obscene levels of cruelty, and refused to believe that sentient beings, human or monstrous beasts, were capable of such atrocities.
However, with the facts staring him in the face, Wen Tianhua had no other choice but to accept…that he'd overestimated the people of the Yin Dynasty. This wasn't all the people's fault. In the shadows, Huan Yi played tricks, manipulating the Weaves of Karma to fuel the dark, negative, and destructive emotions and desires burning inside the humans and monstrous beasts.
Wen Tianhua didn't know that, and even if he did…what could he do?
