Chapter 830

So, he defied the clan's ban and secretly cultivated the Dragon God Art.

After being discovered by the clan, he was expelled, yet he felt no guilt.

Power should serve a purpose, not be locked away on a high shelf.

But back then, he harbored no hatred toward the clan—he only wished to prove that he, Yin Zhong, was the true genius of the Tong clan, the one who was right.

It wasn't until his daughter died from poison that he began to hate the Tong clan.

This hatred had no cause!

After all, the direct cause of his daughter's death was himself.

But how could he hate himself?

So the Tong clan, which had expelled him, became the target of his vengeance, and he hunted them down.

In truth, he hated not only the Tong clan, but also heaven, and even himself.

If

If time could be reversed, perhaps he wouldn't have been so extreme, so obsessed with fame and gain—perhaps everything could have changed.

But all of this was impossible.

Time could not be reversed; he became a solitary man.

With the last remaining kin in the world gone, for him, the world had already died; his only purpose in living was to destroy the Tong clan, to destroy this world he despised.

World.

"Of course it's true!" Tong Bo said solemnly. "I wouldn't joke about something like this. If you truly want to save your daughter, come with me."

With that, he transformed into a Jin Long and flew forward.

_⑥{98)⑤: I_⑥&Yin Zhong saw this and followed without hesitation.

Behind them, Tong Zhan also transformed into a Bai Long and followed.

Moments later, the three arrived at Diyu Rock.

"Has the Tong clan's ban against cultivating the Dragon God Art been lifted?"

Seeing Tong Zhan appear, Yin Zhong was startled. "Has the Tong clan become untrustworthy?"

"The Tong clan naturally cannot cultivate the Dragon God Art of the Long clan," Tong Bo shook his head. "But the Dragon God Art from beyond heaven is not bound by this rule. You've already experienced it in our duel just now, Mr. Yin."

The Dragon God Art from beyond heaven is incomparable to the Long clan's version.

"Though I find it hard to believe," Yin Zhong sneered, "the Dragon God Art you're using now is indeed a thousandfold, ten thousandfold stronger than the Long clan's."

"Where is my daughter?"

Tong Bo pointed to Diyu Rock: "She's below. Let's go down and find out."

With those words, he vanished.

Yin Zhong had suspected Tong Bo intended to trap him here, but seeing him enter Diyu Rock without hesitation, he had no time to think—he followed immediately.

Beneath Diyu Rock, the scenery differed from the mortal world—everything was bathed in crimson.

Crimson flowers and trees bore crimson fruits; the air reeked of sulfur.

This was no place for mortals to survive.

Yin Zhong seethed inwardly.

He must be possessed—he had actually believed Tong Bo's words, believed his daughter lived here.

But now that he had come down, if he left halfway, he could never accept it.

Ten

What if his daughter truly was here!

If he left now, he would lose the chance to save her.

Back then, he failed to save his daughter; now, he only wished to make amends.

As he flew onward, suddenly his gaze sharpened—there, ahead, was the aura of a living being.

Around the corner, he saw a woman seated beneath a crimson flower tree—her appearance was dazzlingly beautiful.

"Feng'er!"

Even after five hundred years, Yin Zhong recognized his daughter at a glance.

Though she had grown far beyond the age she was when she died, he felt no trace of unfamiliarity.

Five hundred years had passed; dynasties rose and fell; all things in the world changed.

Only Yin Zhong's heart remained unchanged.

At this moment, nothing else mattered!

The Dragon God Art didn't matter!

Immortality didn't matter!

Fame, wealth, and status didn't matter!

Only the woman before him mattered most to him.

Only after losing something do you learn to cherish it.

This saying was truly true.

Recalling those days, when he left the Tong clan,

Yin Zhong thought he wanted many things—wealth and glory, to rise above others, to become the master of heaven and earth.

Yet he never realized the thing most important to him had already been beside him.

All those so-called pursuits were but fleeting clouds.

"Who are you?" Yin Feng gazed at Yin Zhong in confusion. "I'm not Feng'er—I'm Yueya."

"You're Yueya?" Yin Zhong's heart ached. "Don't you recognize me?"

"Of course he doesn't recognize you." Footsteps approached, and an aged voice spoke: "I came here by chance and saved Yueya. I found she had lost her memory. Even if you 【62】 were once vital to the old Yueya, now she cannot recall you at all."

"It was important to the past Moonlight, but now she can't even remember you."

"Grandpa Xuan!"

Yin Feng cheered and ran forward.

Yin Zhong turned and saw Tong Bo walking slowly beside an old man with white hair and beard.

"Who are you?"

"Tong Xuan, humbly serving as Elder of the Tong clan." Tong Xuan sighed deeply. "My lifespan was nearly spent; I had buried myself here, never expecting to meet Yueya. Now I can extend my life a few more years, to teach 【68】 her how to survive in this place."

"Her ability to survive here."

"You're also from the Tong clan?" Yin Zhong was stunned. "What a strange fate. I never imagined my ties to the Tong clan would be so tangled and inescapable."

"Who are you?"

Tong Xuan asked in surprise.

Yin Zhong: "I am Yin Zhong. The Tong clan should have records of me, right?"

"The Great Demon Yin Zhong?" Tong Xuan was utterly shocked.

Yin Zhong waved his hand. "Let bygones be bygones. Since my daughter is safe, I, Yin Zhong, will no longer harbor ill will toward the Tong clan. Now, I only wish to take my daughter to heal her wounds, hoping 【75】 she may recover her memory."

"She can recover her memories."

"Why go to such trouble, Mr. Yin!" Tong Bo laughed. "Didn't I already say? I obtained the Dragon God Art from another realm—it's tied to the Immortals. Though Yueya's amnesia is hard to cure, for Immortals, it's effortless."

"Immortals?" Yin Zhong was stunned. He turned to Tong Bo, his expression solemn. "If you can cure Feng'er, I'll turn from evil to good. I, Yin Zhong, swear it before heaven."

"Good!" Tong Bo nodded. "A gentleman's word is as binding as a whip on a galloping horse. I hope, Mr. Yin, you won't break your vow."

"Good!" Tong Bo nodded. "A gentleman's word is as swift as a horse's lash! I hope Mr. Yin will not break his promise.

Tong Bo closed his eyes and opened the chat group.

Tong Bo: "Honored Immortals, I now need to cure Yin Feng's amnesia. What should I do?"

Su Xiao: "Easy. Doesn't the Shangcheng have the Regeneration Pill? That was made by Taixuan Brother ages ago—nobody ever used it. Just one pill will surely restore Yin 【83】 Feng's memory."

Su Xiao: "That's simple—doesn't the Shangcheng have Soul-Returning Pills? Those were forged by Taixuan Brother a long time ago, and no one ever used them; just one pill will definitely restore Yin's memory."

Feng.