Return of The Mount Hua Sect

Prologue

“This…”

He clenched his teeth, seemingly about to break.

Probably because of how much strength was inserted into his clenched fist, nails burrowed into his palm, dark red blood trickling down.

Unable to control his trembling body.

Rage that seemingly made his head turn white surged through him.

Red.

Everything was red.

Everything in sight was dyed in dark, blood red.

This mountain peak, enveloped green with trees just a day ago, was carpeted in human blood, its color changing in just a single day.

Death.

The only thing left in this place was death.

For what was all this bloodshed for?

Chungmyung lifted his hand, clutching the sword plunged into his shoulder. The broken blade of a plum blossom sword was pulled out.

His body wasn’t normal either.

His left arm was torn off, just the sleeve fluttering, and neither of his legs were cut in half, yet unable to fulfill their role. But what was even more serious was the thing on his stomach— a large hole the size of a child’s head.

But Chungmyung didn’t feel even a bit of pain.

The pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain of his heart as it tore to pieces.

“…Senior brother Sect Leader.”

The tragic corpse of Mount Hua’s Sect Leader, Chungmun (靑問), entered his sights.

Why was it so unfair?

Why was it so unfair, that even in death, he couldn’t close his eyes?

It wasn’t just the Sect Leader.

“Junior brother…”

The sight of Chunggong (靑空), his dead body split in two at the waist, painfully sealed in his eyes.

“Martial nephews and nieces.”

Everyone died.

His martial family, who he climbed this mountain together with as they vowed to protect the kangho and have Mount Hua’s name celebrated throughout the world, all departed to a place from where they could not return.

Everyone, even his martial nephews and nieces who followed them up this mountain.

Chungmyung clenched his teeth.

It was a noble sacrifice. Death overflowing with great chivalry and righteousness (俠義).

But, who dares praise these deaths?

Who dares!

Chungmyung raised his head.

He stared at the most hateful culprit who created this.

A demon that descended from Heaven.

The demonic group that dyes the world in blood, the Demonic Cult’s Sect Leader.

He, who the world calls the Heavenly Demon (天魔).

Even amidst this hell, the Heavenly Demon looked deathly calm. The sight of him quietly sitting in a lotus position among the strewn corpses and spilled blood even aroused strange feelings for Chungmyung, who loathed him the most in the world.

No, the word ‘calm’ didn’t suit him right this moment.

Was it correct to say he was calm, with dozens of swords plunged into his entire body and two spears piercing his stomach?

Everyone sacrificed their lives to turn that demon into this.

The ultimate death squad consisting of the best of the best from twenty sects, including the Nine Great Schools. Everyone’s clash with the Heavenly Demon, in the end, resulted in codestruction.