"This is a good place," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Very few people usually come here, and this is the territory of our three-eyed demon tribe.
Other races don’t even bother to come here,” Yue Qingli said with a bitter smile.
"I believe you will one day lead your race to rise," Xu Zimo patted Yue Qingli's shoulder and smiled.
Yue Qingli nodded heavily.
There is a transparent barrier surrounding Sanmu Mountain.
Yue Qingli clasped his hands together and formed a seal with his left and right hands.
A snowflake-shaped mark condensed from his hand.
When the mark floated down over Sanmu Mountain, the transparent barriers around it seemed to be corroded.
A portal melts out.
Xu Zimo and Yue Qingli walked into the barrier with smiles.
The breeze on the mountain was blowing softly, but the two of them felt something was wrong as soon as they entered.
"Blood, a very strong smell of blood."
Xu Zimo glanced at Yue Qingli and had a bad feeling in his heart.
The smell of blood is too strong, and it can't just be achieved by simply killing a few people.
Besides, the location where the two of them were standing was still at the foot of the mountain.
Yue Qingli glanced at Xu Zimo and ran towards the mountain in panic.
He was extremely fast and even staggered a bit.
The higher you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
With the breeze blowing in front of him, Xu Zimo even saw a faint stream of blood halfway up the mountain.
He felt that Yue Qingli was too slow.
Simply grab the opponent's back collar and fly directly towards the top of the mountain.
In a few breaths, the two of them were close to the top of the mountain.
Xu Zimo didn't have time to look around, and what he saw was a mountain of corpses.
The bloody river gathered at the top of the mountain.
A rotten, nauseating smell entered his nose.
Xu Zimo watched quietly from the side.
"The three-eyed demon clan has been exterminated!"
Looking at the hundreds of corpses piled up on top of the mountain, Yue Qingli froze on the spot.
His mind went blank.
The three-eyed demon clan is not a huge race, and he knows most of these corpses.
At this moment, these people fell bloody in front of him, some of them were bloody and unrecognizable.
He threw himself into the mountain of corpses, constantly searching for traces of his parents.
However, everything seems a bit futile.
There are too many corpses here.
The blood dyed Yue Qingli's entire body blood red.
The sky gradually became gloomy, and a drizzle fell from the sky.
The drizzle was a bit cold, mixed with a light cold wind.
"They're all dead," Yue Qingli said, turning his head and looking at Xu Zimo in pain with tears on his face.
"Can you find the murderer?" Xu Zimo asked.
"We, the three-eyed demon tribe, have always been accustomed to giving in and not causing trouble with others. How could we be exterminated?"
Yue Qingli shook his head and said sadly.
At this moment, he was slumped in the middle of the mountain top.
Despite the cold wind and drizzle blowing over him, the smell of blood on the top of the mountain gradually faded away.
He was like a walking corpse without a soul.
Sitting there numbly, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xu Zimo did not disturb him. If anyone were to encounter such a big change, if they were not careful, they would completely collapse physically and mentally.
Some people can even go crazy because they can't stand the stimulation.
…………
At this moment, Yue Qingli's back looked thin and closed.
He thought a lot about his humble but shocking ideals.
He wanted to change the fate of his entire three-eyed demon clan.
Break the worldly prejudice against them.
The people in the clan have always been as close as one family. Perhaps it is because of their weakness that they know how to unite.
He thought of many people, including his parents, his good brothers from childhood to adulthood, and the girl he had a crush on but didn't dare to confess.
He just sat here thinking, and the previous scenes were like pictures in front of him, replaying in his mind.
Xu Zimo also didn't expect that Yue Qingli would be sitting there for a whole week.
One morning a week later, Yue Qingli stood up from the ground weakly.
"Teacher, I'm sorry," Yue Qingli walked up to Xu Zimo ashamed.
He said with a dull expression: "Maybe I can't follow you in the future?"
"What?" Xu Zimo asked curiously.
"With the race gone, I am no longer in the mood to practice. I think I will stay here from now on," Yue Qingli said calmly.
There was no expression on his face, as if he had become a zombie.
"Don't want revenge?" Xu Zimo said lightly.
“There are so many people in the Three-Eyed Demon Clan, how dare you guarantee that everyone will die?
Isn't there anything hidden? Don't you want to protect them? "
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Yue Qingli was stunned.
Revenge and the remaining clan members suddenly revived his originally silent heart.
He was blinded by the appearance in front of him and didn't think about it at all.
"Can I do it?" Yue Qingli asked hesitantly.
"Your destiny is in your own hands," Xu Zimo said calmly.
“I will give you seven days to bury the remains of your people.
As for whether you will come with me or not at that time, it is entirely up to you. "
After hearing Xu Zimo's words, Yue Qingli finally nodded slowly.
…………
In the next seven days, Xu Zimo checked around Sanmu Mountain.
He deliberately used the Chaos Bead to travel through time and see the history of the Three-Eyed Monster Clan.
Some things were already clear to him, but he didn't tell Yue Qingli.
The time is not right, and the other party is not yet able to take revenge.
During these seven days, Xu Zimo watched Yue Qingli bury the corpses of his clan members one by one.
Xu Zimo suddenly understood why Yue Qingli grew up so fast in his previous life.
Eventually he became a god that everyone respected.
If the trajectory of history had not changed, he had not met Yue Qingli in Suzaku City in his previous life.
The lost boy who failed to enter Suzaku Academy returned to his clan and found that the entire race had been massacred.
The young man finally survived this series of blows and despair, and finally completed his transformation and soared into the sky.
Of course, these are all imagined by Xu Zimo.
But now Yue Qingli seems to have grown up suddenly in this short period of time.
Growing up is often just a matter of a moment.
When seven days passed, Xu Zimo looked from the bottom of Sanmu Mountain and saw more than a thousand graves, large and small.
This mountain with infinitely beautiful scenery has now become the prototype of a mass grave.
Yue Qingli bowed to these graves, turned to Xu Zimo and said.
"Teacher, let's go."
"Don't look any further?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I want to become stronger," Yue Qingli raised his head and looked at Xu Zimo with bright eyes.
