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The screen switches again.
"In order to suppress the rising Wang family, they secretly plotted to cause Wang Yi, the third son of the Wang family, to clash with the Quanxing demons, using them as a tool to kill him and framing another rival family."
Seeing this, Wang Ai, who was standing to the side, turned ashen-faced. The death of his third brother had always been a mystery in the Wang family, but he never expected that the culprit was Lü Ci! His eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Lü Ci.
Next, scene after scene played out in front of everyone like a revolving lantern.
Seizing the property of fellow comrades, slaughtering entire families...
For a rare medicinal herb, they slaughtered a village of spirits deep in the mountains...
By manipulating power and sowing discord, he caused several extraordinary families to fight each other, resulting in mutual destruction, while his Lü family reaped the benefits...
Each and every one of these crimes represents the heinous offenses committed by Lü Ci over the past century. Many of them were carried out in great secrecy, known to no one else in the world but himself.
But now, this strange banner has made it public in an undeniable way.
This is no longer a soul search.
This is like going through the ledger of "Heaven's Way," a public trial of a person's "cause and effect"!
Lying paralyzed on the ground, Lü Ci went from initial emptiness to shock, and then to deathly pale. When he saw those sins he thought he had buried in the river of time being dug up one by one and exposed to the light of day, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.
"No...no...don't let go...please, don't let go..."
Like a madman, he covered his ears with his hands and rolled on the ground, trying to escape the light and shadow, to escape the sound.
But the light and sound followed him like a shadow, directly imprinted in his mind.
The Taoist priests around him looked at Lü Ci, who was lying on the ground in a disgusting state, and their eyes changed from anger to contempt and pity.
A ruthless tyrant who climbed to a high position through intrigue and countless bones, when all his pretense is stripped away, reveals nothing but a dirty and cowardly soul.
The old master sighed deeply. He looked at Zhou Ye with a complex expression.
Now he understood that the person in front of him was not the Underworld Emperor, but a powerful being whose methods were no different from the Underworld Emperor's.
Finally, the video finished playing.
As the light and shadow of the Emperor's Banner faded, the banner surface returned to its lifeless state, writhing with countless sinful souls.
The Emperor's Banner slowly flew to Lü Ci, who had completely lost his mind.
"List of crimes confirmed. Execution."
An invisible suction force emanated from the Emperor's Banner.
Lu Ci's body began to become transparent. His flesh, bones, and meridians transformed into the purest flow of information, which was greedily devoured by the great banner.
"No...I don't want to go in...I don't want to..."
Lu Ci let out a final, weak wail. His face still bore the lingering traces of extreme fear.
Immediately, he stood there, completely lost.
On the surface of the Emperor's Banner, a new, extremely distorted and painful human face appeared.
That face belonged to Lü Ci.
He and his descendants, whom he had personally pushed into the abyss, finally achieved an eternal family reunion within this cold imperial banner.
The square was completely silent.
The wind has begun to blow again.
The wind brushed past everyone's cheeks, but couldn't take away the chill that seeped into their bones.
Chapter 398 Ripples and Liquidation
Lu Ci, one of the Ten Elders, the head of the Lu family known for his madness and ruthlessness, just like that... he's gone.
He was sucked into the Emperor's Banner, a vessel only found in the demonic path of online novels. His entire life's sins, along with the images of his public execution, were captured on video.
This kind of ending is more chilling than any form of torture.
In the center of the square, the ominous Emperor's Banner stood silently, like a most ironic tombstone that had just been erected for Lü Ci.
Everyone's gaze instinctively avoided the banner and finally focused on the instigator.
Zhou Ye.
After he finished, his face remained expressionless, as if he had merely casually cleaned up a piece of trash. He glanced at the Emperor's Banner, seemingly confirming the outcome.
Zhou Ye reached out his hand towards the Emperor's Banner. The banner that terrified everyone instantly transformed into a streak of purplish-black light, disappearing into his palm.
It was as if it had never existed.
But the bluestone slabs on the square that were crushed by Lü Ci when he transformed into a "demon ape," and the lingering fear in the air, which belonged to the soul, reminded everyone that everything that had just happened was real.
"Gudong."
A clear sound of swallowing broke the deathly silence.
It is Wang Ai.
This old man, who was also among the top ten and usually always had a smiling face and a deep, calculating demeanor, now looked more like he was crying. His back was completely soaked with cold sweat, which clung tightly to his body, and his body under his Tang suit was trembling uncontrollably.
Lü Ci was "purged".
So who will be next...?
He came with Lü Ci today! Moreover, one of the "lists of sins" that were just played was the blood feud of his Wang family!
The mere thought of that eerie banner that could reveal cause and effect and publicly execute people sent a chill down Wang Ai's spine. While he hadn't committed as many dirty deeds as Lü Ci, the thought of them all being laid out one by one... he dared not continue.
run!
This was the only thought in Wang Ai's mind.
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to the old Celestial Master, and said in a dry voice:
"Caw! Heavenly... Celestial Master, Lü Ci... he deserved to die! This... this matter, my Wang family will absolutely not be involved in. I have disturbed you greatly today, this old man... this old man will take his leave now!"
As he spoke, he turned to leave, not even caring about his grandson Wang Bing, who was still lying unconscious on the ground.
However, he had just taken a step when a calm voice sounded behind him.
"Did I let you go?"
Wang Ai's body froze instantly.
He felt as if an invisible ice sword was pressed against his back, rendering him unable to move.
He slowly, inch by inch, turned around to look at Zhou Ye, his facial muscles twitching violently with fear.
"Your Excellency...this...this is a personal matter between me and Longhu Mountain, it has nothing to do with you..."
His voice already carried a pleading tone.
"wrong."
Zhou Ye shook his head.
"Old Deng, from the moment you arrived here, your eyes have been full of scheming. You still say it has nothing to do with you? I'm not stupid."
Wang Ai's face turned pale. He had been targeted. Why had he been so reckless before?
"you……"
“You’re no better than anyone else. You’re in cahoots with Lü Ci, but the difference is that you’re even more ruthless.”
Zhou Ye's tone was as if he were evaluating a lab report.
"For example, just now, you were about to abandon your grandson and run away on your own."
Zhou Ye's words were like a knife, precisely dissecting Wang Ai's hypocritical mask and exposing his darkest and most selfish core to everyone.
Wang Ai's face instantly turned a deep liver color.
"Of course, I'm not a good person either, but the world is one where strength reigns supreme, so I'll give you a favor."
"Let you enjoy this world where everything is the truth."
Zhou Ye's tone was completely calm.
But to the ears of the crowd, these words were more vicious than any curse.
Can you see everyone's thoughts? Can you see everyone's sins and good deeds?
For Wang Ai, a manipulator of people's hearts and a person who lived his entire life in lies and scheming, this was tantamount to the cruelest punishment. He would forever live in a world without secrets, where all malice was clearly visible, tormented by the negative emotions of others and his own sins at every moment.
This is a thousand times more painful than killing him.
"Devil...you are a devil..."
Wang Ai collapsed to the ground, pointing erratically at the people around him, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes weeping bitterly... He saw the young Taoists' disdain for him, the elders' disgust for him, and even saw the "resentment" of a bird in the distant mountains and forests because its nest had been destroyed.
The endless torrent of information is eroding his already fragile rationality.
He's crazy.
A madman even more thoroughly than Lü Ci, forever unable to find release.
After dealing with Wang Ai, Zhou Ye acted as if he had accomplished a trivial task. He turned around and walked back to the old master, sitting down on the stone bench again, as if he were not the one who had stirred up such a huge wave.
The square was a mess.
One was captured in the Emperor's Banner and his fate is unknown; another was driven insane; and the third fainted from fright.
The expedition of the Lü and Wang families into the mountains ended in a way that no one could have imagined—an absurd and terrifying one.
The old Celestial Master watched all this for a long time before finally letting out a long breath. He waved his hand, signaling his disciples to carry Wang Ai and Wang Bing away and take good care of them.
Then, he walked to the opposite side of Zhou Ye and sat down again.
He looked at Zhou Ye, opened his mouth, but found that he had countless questions he wanted to ask, yet he couldn't utter a single word.
In the end, he could only pick up the cup of tea that had gone cold and drink it all in one gulp, using the bitter tea to calm his equally turbulent emotions.
“Your Excellency…” he began in a hoarse voice.
"What...are you?"
Zhou Ye didn't answer directly. He simply looked at the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard, and after a moment, said softly:
"I am an observer."