"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.
I saw Yue Qingli clasping his hands together and forming 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 really too strong, and it can't just be achieved by simply killing a few people.
Besides, the place 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 further you go up, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
With the breeze blowing in front of him, Xu Zimo even saw a faint stream of blood from 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 long river of blood 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 thousands of corpses piled up on top of the mountain, Yue Qingli froze on the spot.
His mind went blank.
The three-eyed demon tribe 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 are all dead," Yue Qingli turned his head and looked at Xu Zimo in pain with tears on his face, and said.
"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 sitting paralyzed 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 soulless human being.
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 this kind of stimulation.
…………
At this moment, Yue Qingli's back looked thin and faded.
He thought a lot about his humble but shocking ideals.
He wants to change the fate of his entire three-eyed demon clan.
Break the world's 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 did not dare to confess.
He just sat here thinking, and the previous scenes were like pictures before his eyes, 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?
Aren’t there any hidden ones? Don’t you want to protect them?”
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Yue Qingli was stunned.
Revenge against the remaining clan members suddenly rekindled 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 all depends on your own choice."
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 with his own eyes as Yue Qingli buried the corpses of his people 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 tribe and found that the entire race had been massacred.
In this series of blows and despair, the young man finally survived, 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 of various sizes.
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.