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There are people that suffer and those that bring others suffering.
Wei Ying always throught himself to be the latter.
Because of him Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu died, leaving his Shiji and Shidi to suffer.
Because of him his Shiji and her husband died, leaving his nephew Jin Ling to suffer a life without his parents, and dear Jiang Cheng to once again lose his family.
Because of him the Wen Remnants, Wen Ning and Wen Qing died,.....all because of him.
On the day the Cultivation Clans formed an alliance to kill him and stormed the burial mounds,
the moment when his beloved Shidi's sword pierced his chest and he was surrounded by his own creations,
he thought that maybe, just maybe nobody will have to suffer because of him anymore.
The thought made him smile, even as he was ripped apart by the fierce corpses.
Unbeknown to him his Shidi saw his last smile, filled with relief for the end of his own suffering that he never dared to tell anyone.
And then Wei Yings consiciousses faded and all that surrounded him was endless blackness instead of an endless sea of corpses and people that want to kill him.
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In a muddeled state Wei Ying felt as if there was a voice talking to him.
.........'How about changing the story?' ............