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All the way to the edge of the western border, Lu Zhaozhao had never seen anyone other than the two in front of him.

Her footsteps slowly stopped, Cheng Sangjie and Wen Sheng also stopped and looked at her.

Lu Zhaozhao looked left and right, considered for a while, and said: "I thought you would take me to see Wei Zhanjie."

Wen Sheng has been staying by the lava for the past three years. Even when he received a message occasionally, he never left. Therefore, he was not aware of this matter and just followed the two of them here.

Cheng Sangjie, who came specially to lead the way, seemed to understand this matter clearly.

He looked at Lu Zhaozhao, his eyes filled with meaning she couldn't understand. "The Demon Lord said he's very happy you've come out safely, but it wouldn't be fair to fight you right out. So, he's given you a one-month deadline. After a month, he'll officially issue a declaration of war. If you're confident, then the battle will begin in a month. If you're not confident, then he can wait until you're ready."

"He's so kind."

Lu Zhaozhao was a little skeptical. If she wasn't ready, could Wei Zhanjie really wait forever?

Cheng Sangji felt a little embarrassed. He clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, pretending to cough. He said, "His waiting should be within his patience. If you really keep dragging it out, he probably won't agree. There's a high probability... he'll just drag you into a fight."

Lu Zhaozhao rolled his eyes and thought to himself that it was just as he expected.

But something is better than nothing, so she sighed, said "Okay", waved to the two of them, and walked towards the border.

The challenge wasn't due for another month! She could have gone back and informed them in advance, taking defensive measures, and at least reducing casualties.

Lu Zhaozhao was thinking in her mind and was in high spirits, but the moment she stepped out of the western border, the smell of burnt charcoal hit her nose, and the scene before her made her close her eyes involuntarily.

Outside the Western Territory, there was originally a small border town of the human race. There were several villages in the town. Although there were not many people, they lived a peaceful and prosperous life.

But what lies before our eyes is a scorched earth ruin.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell weakly on the ruins of the village, covering this dead place with a faint golden hue, but this golden hue seemed so cold and without any warmth at all.

The rooftops where smoke once curled up are now only left with broken walls and ruins. Like a giant forgotten by time, it lies there quietly, telling the story of past glory and present desolation.

Walking down the street, the scene before me was shocking. Houses had long since been reduced to ruins by the flames of war, and among the shattered walls, the ground was stained red with blood.

The children who once laughed and ran are now nowhere to be seen, leaving only their small footprints, faintly visible in the blood.

The ground was littered with corpses, some lying or sprawled in various postures, all lifeless. Some bore the marks of battle, sword wounds, arrow punctures, each one a testament to the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality.

Blood flowed out from these wounds, gathering into small streams and dyeing the entire village red.

The air was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere, making it almost impossible to breathe. Lu Zhaozhao felt like she was almost suffocating.

Occasionally a gust of wind blew, stirring up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, as well as the soil soaked in blood, as if even nature was wailing for the suffering of this land.

Here, there were no cries, no shouts, only dead silence. The laughter, the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, had all vanished. It was as if this place had become a corner forgotten by the world.

How sad!

Lu Zhaozhao was filled with grief and indignation. She finally understood the incomprehensible emotion in Cheng Sangjie's eyes.

The demon clan is murderous and bloodthirsty, and the declaration of war is just a formality. How could she believe that Wei Zhanjie really did not expand his influence in the past three years?

But he is obviously a human being too! How could he be like this!

It was as if there was another mouthful of blood clot stuck, unable to go up or down, making Lu Zhaozhao extremely uncomfortable.

She didn't dare to imagine that a month later, when the official declaration of war was issued and the war between humans and demons broke out again, the world would be devastated.

Lu Zhaozhao clenched her hands tightly. She just wanted to go back to Emperor Huizong of Qing immediately. She wanted to ask, she wanted to know, where were the people from the cultivation world? Why didn't they come to protect the common people?

There was no trace of resistance on this scorched earth, which meant that no cultivator in the world of cultivation had ever been here.

Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were red. She took a deep breath, formed seals with her hands, and suddenly dust flew up, covering the land.

The cruel scene was slowly covered up, along with the innocent people who died in the war.

They deserve to be buried in peace.

The Rebirth Mantra was chanted out from Lu Zhaozhao's mouth, and a line of clear tears fell. In the troubled times, the first people to be affected are the ordinary and small people.

With grief and indignation, Lu Zhaozhao rushed back to Emperor Huizong of Qing.

The sect seemed to be much more lively than before she left, and the disciples' faces were still filled with smiles, but they were glaring no matter how you looked at them.

Filled with anger, Lu Zhaozhao rushed straight to the sect gate. The gatekeeper disciple immediately stopped her and wanted to check her ID card.

This disciple looked unfamiliar. He must have joined the sect during her absence, so he didn't recognize her.

"I am Lu Zhaozhao, the acting head of the Qing Huizong sect. I have been away from the sect for three years and now I have returned. What objections do you have?"

She took out the sword from her waist. The name of Niye was well-known to everyone in the Qing Huizong family, even the new disciples.

The gatekeeper disciple turned pale with fright and was about to apologize when Lu Zhaozhao rushed in.

After not seeing each other for three years, the decoration of the sect seemed to be more exquisite. She frowned and walked step by step to the main peak.

On the way, many disciples saw her, stopped, bent down and looked at her. They wanted to speak, but were frightened by her aura and could not speak.

There were voices in the meeting hall. The door was closed and there were disciples guarding outside. When they saw Lu Zhaozhao coming, they were about to stop her, but were scared away by her look.

"bump--"

The door was violently smashed open, and the people who were discussing matters inside looked up in astonishment. They were shocked that someone dared to be so rude in front of them.

But this anger was instantly extinguished when he saw Lu Zhaozhao's face.

"Zhao Zhao? Is it really you?"

Elder Cang Jiong was a little surprised, but then he became happy. He immediately sent someone to inform Ying Che and Yun Xian, and then spoke a few words to the other elders, and they were about to leave.

"Wait." Lu Zhaozhao stopped everyone. Her face was uneasy and cold. She asked: "I left three years ago and now I'm back. All I see along the way is scorched earth and ruins. May I ask what happened to the sect and the cultivation world during these three years?"

The people present looked at each other, with a hint of embarrassment and a flash of displeasure on their faces, but more of it was the anger of being publicly accused by a junior.

This anger was temporarily suppressed because they could sense that Lu Zhaozhao's current cultivation level was far superior to theirs.

"Well, you just came back, so there's no rush for these things. Oh, and Yun Xian has come out of seclusion, so you can breathe a sigh of relief and no longer have to be the head of this generation."

Elder Cang Jiong tried to smooth things over, but there was a hint of warning in his tone.

Lu Zhaozhao dismissed him and replied directly, "Eating corpses and sitting idle, won't the Discipline Hall investigate? Or are you the one leading this?"

"How dare you speak to me like that? It's totally against etiquette!"

Cang Jiong was furious and was about to lose his temper, but he didn't expect Lu Zhaozhao to be even angrier.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could think of the tragic scenes she had seen along the way, which was even more unbearable at this moment.

Niye's cold light flashed, splitting the table in half. Lu Zhaozhao said sinisterly, "Since I am still the acting head, I have this authority. I will get to the bottom of this matter and will not let anyone off the hook."

Leaving these words, she left.

Yun Xian, she wanted to see what this son of heaven had done to cause so much suffering in the world.

All the way to the back mountain, all the disciples she met looked embarrassed when they saw her. Lu Zhaozhao didn't understand at first, but she understood when she saw Nian Zhi.

The tip of her sword pointed directly at Nian Zhi's neck. She looked at Yun Xian who was blocking her way and said sternly, "This woman is a spy from the demon clan. Master, are you bewildered by your actions now?"

"Is this how you talk to your elders?"

"If a master doesn't respect you, should a disciple accept your respect?"

"presumptuous!"

There's a lot of tension between the two of them, and they'll start fighting at the slightest ignition.

Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were full of disappointment. She thought that the dispute between the two was at most a private matter, but it was obvious that Yun Xian, as the head of the sect, only cared about the love affairs of his children. In the midst of war, he brought people with opposing positions into the confidential area.

Is such a person worthy of being the Son of Heaven?

Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but frown.