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"My - good father - only had one thing to do: Remain mighty! And true, he excelled in that area. Truth Inheritance, peak-stage Legendary God. The Warden aside, who dared challenge him? I initially thought that all those sacrifices were worth it. How could I expect that when the entirety of Heaven and Hell - led by the Overlord and the Warden - crusaded against the Third God of War, that old imbecile would be so muddled as to stand idle!

Worse, he was ready to alert the Human Realm, and foil the plan! In that era, who was so crazed as to make enemies of both the Overlord and the Warden? If that bastard got his way, throughout the Three Realms, who could save us?!

Having no other choice, I could only collude with some traitorous elders of the Titan Domain, have them kidnap and murder my only daughter to trigger HIS REVENGE! Only in that way...did we manage to avoid calamity! And now he has the gals to ask me if I regret? THE NERVE!"

Surya's spat with his bloodshot eyes red from rage.

"Later, when he figured out the plot, he even had the gals to chastise me. What a joke! The world asks me why I betrayed him? Why don't they ask him why he betrayed me?! In this life, my only regret is to have endured his idiocy for so long!

A new Primogen appears, what does he do? Nothing!

Your muddled idiot of a mother falls for an Archdemon? What does he do? Nothing!

The bitch gets pregnant! What does he do? He supports them!

They give birth to bastard twins! What does he do? HE DEFENDS THEM! Having the nerve to set up a Truth Formation to cheat Heaven's Will! Regret? Joke! If I didn't stand to defend my house, you damnable imbeciles would have driven it into extinction!

Under my leadership, talents overflowed, deities succeeded one another, and none dared disrespect us! If not for me bumping against the Chthonian Primogen, within ten thousand years, I could make the Primal Sun Sect become Heaven's undisputed number one! Why should I regret?!

Allow me to be blunt. You are imbeciles! Imbeciles deserve to die! Imbeciles deserve to be trampled! IMBECILES HAVE NO RIGHT TO EXIST WITHIN THE CULTIVATION WORLD!"

As his words thundered, Surya's breath rasped in his throat. But if he expected his words to trigger anything in Selene, disappointment was his lot. Not only didn't she flounder, but her smile grew more sinister.

"Right. I totally agree. The cultivation world doesn't tolerate compassion. Only the most sinister of hearts thrive in our worlds. So, uncle, allow me to be sinister!"

Selene retorted and raised her hand, causing a dark-purple miasma to emerge from her palm and sneak into Surya's pores. Instantly, his wounds vanished. But as he returned to peak condition, he felt the billowing negativity within his heart erupt alongside his hidden demons.

In that instant, his heart demons corroded his Dao Heart, allowing Selene to take control of it, and she did.

"Too eager to break through and become an Overgod, the Sun God suffered cultivation deviation, was demonized and destroyed the Primal Sun Sect before immolating himself. Now that...is a story for the ages."

Selene chortled, a callous, demonic laugh that filled Surya with pure dread.

"No...no...I beg you...noooo!"

He roared, alas, his pleading fell on deaf ears. Selene waved her hand, and all of Surya's roars died in his throat. Though his bloodshot eyes showed his internal struggle, he couldn't resist her orders. This was done on purpose—enabling him to experience it all.

"Surya, I don't give a fuck about your - plight - I only know that I have one father, one mother, and one brother. You ruined them all. My father and mother, I can bring back in the future. But thanks to you, my brother went mad with hatred and is twisted beyond redemption. God only knows where he is and what he plans. The bill you owe me is large, too large for me to settle with just your head.

Also...I was never a reasonable bitch, to begin with."

Selene chortled while giving Surya's right shoulder a few pats. Though he desperately wished to resist the urge, as if possessed by his inner demons, Surya broke out of his secluded chambers and leaped into a macabre dance, butchering all disciples, deacons, protectors and elders that remained within the sect!

The closer he was to destroying the work of a lifetime, the more despair his heart sank into. But no matter how shredded and torn he felt, he couldn't stop.

"Father...no..."

One of Surya's sons stammered as Surya gouged out his heart. The scant few remaining elders rose to oppose him but were slaughtered in an instant. In desperation, the protectors attempted to trigger the defensive formations. But long before they could, Surya beheaded them all.

"Your Eminence, I beg you!"

Death!

"Uncle please spare me!"

Death!!

"Brother, what is wrong with you?!"

Death!!! Death!!! Death!!!

Wherever Surya went, the bloody whirlwind of death followed, sparing no one regardless of age or background. And as his macabre dance came to an end, Surya ironically broke through to the peak of the Legendary God Rank. But as his eyes swept the scene, swallowing this work of collapsed monuments, blood, and gore, Surya felt the world around him spun, and his heart rate rising to impossible heights.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!

My sect! Hahaha! My house! Hahahaha! My life! AAAAAAARGH!"

Surya snapped, roaring against the world in a maddened frenzy while clutching his head in desperation! Quivering, he dropped on his knees, and with tears filling his bloodshot eyes, raised one last look toward the vast, Celestial Sky.

"My...heaven..."

*BOOOM*

Surya could never finish his words. His heart ruptured and in a massive explosion of godly flames, he immolated himself, burning until only his Legendary God bones remained. The flames pierced Heaven's sky, alerting all throughout the Celestial World of the Primal Sun Sect's calamity. Before the flame pillar took shape, Konrad turned heels, and alongside Selene, vanished from site.

Now, from above, the two stared at the Primal Sun Sect's ruins.

Konrad stretched out his hands, draining and devouring the boundless energies of dread, hatred, grief, and ruin billowing from the desolated land. Again, he didn't directly refine it but stored it instead for his incoming seclusion.

"Not bad. I give you an A−."

Konrad appraised with a serious-not-so-serious nod.