"Why?"
"Why would you do this?"
"Is it for the Gate of the Heavenly Path?" Chu Feng asked one after another.
"Yes." Wang Qiang said.
"For the Gate of the Heavenly Path, you would stop at nothing to walk the path of evil cultivation, to snuff out so many lives?" Chu Feng said.
"If I want to obtain the Gate of the Heavenly Path, naturally I have my ways."
"But you should know, the Gate of the Heavenly Path is merely a path to the fortune of the Ninth Heavenly River."
"The fortune that lies beyond it varies in strength."
"What I need is the strongest path." Wang Qiang said.
"You weren't like this before." Chu Feng said.
"But people change."
"Especially once you know the path you must walk, you have to make sacrifices."
Wang Qiang's attitude was unyielding — he did not believe he was wrong.
For a moment, Chu Feng did not know what to say. He understood...
When it came to reason, everyone understood it.
But understanding did not necessarily mean one would act on it.
And when his brother stood on the opposite side from him, Chu Feng's feelings were incredibly complex, an agonizing struggle within.
He wanted his brother to turn back, yet he did not know how. The feeling was incredibly powerless.
"I actually think Song Yun had a point. All the hardships we faced along the way, we bore on our own."
"Almost nobody cared about us."
"Why should we care about their lives?" Wang Qiang asked.
"You might not care about strangers, but there are still so many people from the Divine Body Heavenly Palace here, so many of your friends — you don't care about them either?" Chu Feng asked.
Wang Qiang was briefly silent, then said: "That's why I said — you have to make trade-offs."
As those words left his mouth, Wang Qiang opened his palm, and a surge of black energy emerged.
In that instant, even the terrifying sacrificial formation was affected. The surrounding energy began to swirl rapidly, as if they were standing at the center of a terrifying vortex.
And it was all due to the black energy in Wang Qiang's palm.
The black energy was small at first, darting out from his palm, spinning rapidly, expanding quickly.
At this moment, Chu Feng's brows knitted tightly. He could feel it.
This was the same black energy that had appeared when Wang Qiang opened that portal — containing a bizarre, eerie power.
But this power was even greater than Chu Feng had anticipated.
"Chu Feng."
Even Eggie's brows were furrowed, worry written across her face. She could sense that the power in Wang Qiang's palm was no ordinary kind of strangeness.
Facing such a Wang Qiang, even if Chu Feng's bloodline went berserk, he might not be able to match him.
Pfft— But suddenly, Wang Qiang clenched his fist, and the black energy dissipated.
It was not that he could not control it — he had voluntarily dispersed the power.
Wang Qiang's breathing grew ragged. He lowered his head, staring at his clenched fist, and said in a low voice: "Just now, when I saw Song Yun leave, I watched your reaction. I wanted to see how you regarded her after what she did — whether you still considered her a friend."
"Because I wanted to know — when you learned that I was behind this sacrificial formation, how you would regard me."
Wang Qiang kept his head lowered, as if he dared not look at Chu Feng's face.
"Was it the Blood Devouring Demon Venerable?" Chu Feng asked.
Wang Qiang let out a contemptuous laugh. "Him? He's not even worthy."
"Then it was this Ancient Burial Ground."
"You said you determined your path — what path is it?"
"What did you encounter inside this Ancient Burial Ground?" Chu Feng asked.
Wang Qiang said nothing.
Chu Feng spoke again: "Brother, if you have any troubles, any hardships, you can tell me. We can face them together."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Suddenly, Wang Qiang raised his head and looked at Chu Feng with a smile. But that smile made Chu Feng's heart ache.
In all the years they had known each other, this was the first time Chu Feng had seen such an expression on Wang Qiang's face.