“That wasn’t the sect leader’s intention!” Bei Chen suddenly spoke. “It was Kunlun who killed Chief Ling Long, not Sect Leader Rong Xian.”
Bei Chen’s words were shocking, and everyone was momentarily stunned. Mu Jiu’s shout was cut off midway. “Nonsense! A thousand witnesses on the battlefield saw it with their own eyes—it was clearly him…”
“At that time, the sect leader could no longer recognize Chief Ling Long.” Bei Chen interrupted Mu Jiu, as if making a difficult decision. He looked at everyone and slowly continued.
“A thousand years ago, the war between the two clans had escalated. The former sect leader had been severely injured by the demon emperor. For generations, Kunlun had guarded the barrier between the immortals and demons. With the former leader’s time running out and no one left to inherit the mountain’s legacy, Kunlun would inevitably fall if left leaderless. Left with no choice, the former leader used his primordial spirit’s power to summon Sect Leader Rong Xian back to Kunlun.”
“He returned?”
Bei Chen looked at Rong Xian’s back. “The Kunlun sword cultivators pass their lineage from one to the next, and the former leader had only one true disciple. How could the sect leader not return?”
Bei Chen paused for a moment.
“What happened when Senior Rong Xian returned to Kunlun?” Bai Shuo couldn’t help but ask.
“He refused to take up the sect leader’s position, insisting on returning to the wilderness. The former leader, with no other options, joined with the five elders to forcibly transfer their spiritual power to the sect leader and sealed away all his memories of Chief Ling Long.”
“What did you say?” Mu Jiu was stunned.
“When the sect leader awoke, the former leader had already passed away. The elders told him that the former leader had died at the hands of the demon emperor. Grieving and enraged, the sect leader led Kunlun disciples into the demon realm…” Bei Chen sighed. “The sect leader no longer remembered Chief Ling Long. Consumed by the pain of loss, he sought to eradicate the demon clan, yet, by some cruel twist, the clan that met him in battle was the fox clan…”
In that fateful battle, Rong Xian slaughtered a hundred members of the fox clan in the demon realm, nearly all of whom were Chief Ling Long’s blood relatives.
At that time, Chief Ling Long was still in the wilderness, waiting for Rong Xian’s return. The fox clan had lost their leader and was thrown into chaos. It wasn’t until a fox elder sent word to the wilderness, asking her to return, that she learned the person she had waited half a year for had already assumed the position of Kunlun’s sect leader and was waging a relentless war against her clan.
Chief Ling Long refused to believe that Rong Xian had abandoned his wife and child. Carrying her infant daughter, she left the wilderness to see him. But that journey marked the beginning of a tragedy…
“When Chief Ling Long learned of the fox clan’s suffering, she hurried back with her child and found Sect Leader Rong Xian at the barrier between the immortal and demon realms. But the sect leader did not recognize her. Seeing her people in peril, Chief Ling Long was forced to fight him, and during their battle…”
Bei Chen’s voice faltered. The man by the grave, his aged hand resting on the headstone, began to tremble violently.
Bai Shuo’s heart skipped a beat. “The child! Was the child… harmed?”
Bei Chen closed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, “In the heat of battle, the sect leader, consumed by grief and revenge, accidentally injured the child Ling Long was holding.”
At that time, Rong Xian had reached the peak of his cultivation and had inherited the spiritual power of the Kunlun leader and the five elders. His strike landed on the infant—there could only be one outcome.
“Chief Ling Long, overcome by grief, witnessed her child’s tragic death and threw herself onto the sect leader’s sword, dying instantly.” Bei Chen closed his eyes, as if seeing the tragic scene from a thousand years ago, and tightened his grip on the Kunlun sword.
“But at that very moment, the blood of the child and Chief Ling Long broke the seal on the sect leader’s memories.”
No words could carry more weight than this revelation. The group held their breath, looking at the aged figure by the grave.
“How could the former Kunlun leader commit such a cruel act?” Bai Shuo murmured.
At the moment the seal was lifted, Rong Xian saw his wife and child’s tragic deaths. Who in this world could bear such a sight?
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