The thought was cold, devoid of sentimentality, a stark realization of the depths of his own alienation. He no longer saw them as fellow humans, but as components of a system he was destined to destroy.
The truth, once a burning rage, had solidified into a cold, heavy burden. He felt the weight of ten thousand years of deception pressing down on him. His own suffering at the Qingyun Sect now seemed insignificant, a mere spark in the grand conflagration of lies. He was no longer fighting for himself; he was fighting for a world that didn't know it was enslaved, and probably wouldn't thank him for its freedom.
"How do you even begin to fight something so deeply ingrained?" Xiaochen asked, turning his gaze towards the towering 'Pillar of Heaven' that pierced the clouds in the distance. It w
