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"Answer me, why!" Donghua raised his head and shouted angrily, his voice like thunder, exploding towards the vast sky. His eyes, which used to be as deep as the abyss and could hide thousands of stars, were now bloodshot, just like a fire scene that burned out all reason, full of burning madness and unwillingness. His tall figure swayed in the fierce wind, his purple robe rustled with the celestial power, and every wrinkle of his eyes hid his surging resentment.

“Why!” Donghua took a step forward, and the clouds under his feet shattered instantly. “I have endured hundreds of thousands of years of loneliness, and my heart is like black ice. Love is nothing but a vague illusion to me, and I have never coveted it! But here she came, bringing the spring breeze and the warm sun, and forcibly paved a path full of flowers in my desolate world, which made me fall in love without any preparation. From then on, I have been obsessed with her, and my heart and eyes are full of only her!” Donghua’s voice was already hoarse when he said this, and his voice seemed to be sharpened by sand and stone. “What’s the result, God! As soon as I fell into this gentle vortex, you stretched out your poisonous hand and pushed me into the abyss. My name engraved on the Three Lives Stone is like a sharp blade, which cut off the love between me and her. Why did you do this to me? Answer me, don’t play deaf and dumb!”

Donghua's fists creaked, and the joints turned bluish-white. His immortal power raged uncontrollably. For a moment, the wind and clouds surged, and thunder roared in the clouds, as if to empathize with him. But the sky remained silent, and this dead silence made Donghua's anger spread even more. His eyes were red, and tears were rolling but stubbornly refused to fall. It was the extreme anger, but also the sadness of being strangled by helplessness, being imprisoned by this cruel world, unable to be freed.

The only response to Donghua was the rumbling thunder, which seemed to split the world into pieces. Every explosion was terrifying. Donghua's body shook violently, as if he had been severely injured. He staggered back a few steps before he could stand. His face instantly turned red, veins bulged on his neck, and his eyes almost burst out: "You bastard Heavenly Dao, you only know how to use these despicable means. What kind of ability is it to use thunder to scare me!"

He suddenly flew up and rushed straight to the place where the thunderclouds were rolling. His purple robe was swollen and about to burst by the surging immortal power. He wailed in pain and his silver hair danced wildly, just like his crazy and confused state of mind at the moment. "Back then, you agreed to let me erase the name on the Three Lives Stone. That ray of hope became the life-saving straw that I clung to in the endless darkness! I have endured a thousand years of loneliness and ten thousand years of coldness, just to wait for the possibility of meeting her!" Donghua screamed, his voice torn into pieces by the strong wind, with tears of grief and indignation.

"She's finally here! I hid my love deep in my heart. Every time we looked at each other, every time we talked, I used up all my life's restraint, for fear of displeasing you and ending up in eternal damnation!" Donghua's body trembled violently, his hands clenched into fists like convulsions, his nails dug into his palms, blood dripped down and was swept away by the wind in an instant. "But you, why are you so heartless, re-carving my name on the Three Lives Stone without warning, crushing our future together! I want a reason, not this thunder that's going to deafen my ears!"

At this point, the anger in Donghua's eyes gradually died down, leaving only a dead despair. He slowly lowered his arms, his body swaying in the strong wind, tears welling up in his eyes, silently sliding down his cheeks, and being swallowed up by this indifferent world in an instant.

Donghua closed his eyes and thought. For a moment, the surroundings seemed to be muted, with only the whistling of the wind, as if whispering admonitions in his ears, or as if ruthlessly laughing. But he had made up his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and a stream of fierce immortal power shot out. In an instant, the void trembled, and the light suddenly leaked. The Cang He Sword that had accompanied him for many years came in response and hovered steadily in front of Donghua's eyes.

The sword shone coldly, and the runes engraved on it glowed faintly, as if sensing the master's extraordinary determination at the moment, it emitted a slight hum. Donghua stared at Cang He, and the scenes of his past decisive killings came to his mind. Those glorious years of side by side now became the confidence in his heart to go all out.

"Cang He," Donghua raised his hand and gently placed it on the hilt, stroking it with his fingertips. His voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed unquestionable determination. "Let's fight with the way of heaven today and see who will win and who will lose. I have been enduring for half my life and never asked for anything. This time, even if I am torn to pieces, I will never accept my fate. For her, even if I have to be the enemy of the world, I will not hesitate!" As soon as he finished speaking, immortal power poured into Cang He continuously, and the sword body shone brightly, as if responding to the master's desperate declaration of war.