<h4>Prologue</h4>


    “Great news! Wei WuXian has died!”


    Less than a day has passed since the siege in LuanZang Hill, and the news spreads through the cultivation world as if it sprouted wings, surpassing even the speed of warfare.


    For a while, from the most prominent ns to rogue cultivators, everyone is discussing the siege that was lead by the Four Great ns and followed by hundreds of smaller ones.


    “The YiLing Patriarch has died? Who could have killed him?”


    “Who other than his shidi, Jiang Cheng, putting an end to his own rtive for the greater good. Jiang Cheng led the Four ns of YunmengJiang, LanlingJin, GusuLan, and QingheNie to destroy his “den”—LuanZang Hill.”


    “I must say, good riddance!”


    “Good riddance indeed! We finally eliminated this scourge.”


    “If not for the YunmengJiang n’s adopting and teaching him, he would have been a hobo living on the streets, let alone causing mayhem as bold as the ones these days. The head of the Jiang n raised him as her own child, yet he defected them and became the enemy of the cultivation world, bringing shame upon the the Jiang n, even leading to its near-extermination. He is the prime example of biting the hand that feeds him!”


    “Jiang Cheng allowed this fellow to live for too long. If I were him, at the time of the defection, I wouldn’t have just stabbed him. In fact, I would have thoroughly examined the disciples of the n again, so that he doesn’t do those crazy things he didter on. Who cares about the so called ‘considerations’ that he gave to his childhood friend.”


    “That’s merely hearsay. Although Jiang Cheng was one of the main forces, he did not give Wei WuXian the final blow. Because he cultivates the Demon Path, Wei WuXian’s powers had backfired and he was ripped to pieces.”


    “Hahahaha... That’s karma! The ghost soldiers that he created are like unleashed dogs, biting everyone that theye across. It serves him right to be chewed to death!”


    “But, if not for Jiang Cheng making a n that aimed at Wei WuXian’s weaknesses, the siege might not have seeded. Should I remind you folks of the item that Wei WuXian possesses? Did you forget about the day that three thousand skilled cultivators werepletely annihted?”


    “I heard that it was more than three thousand, possibly five thousand.”


    “He’s most certainly out of his mind.”


    “It’s a good thing that he destroyed that evil weapon before he died. Otherwise, if it was left in this world to harm humankind, his sins would have been worse.”


    “Oh well... You know, back then, Wei WuXian was one of the most promising cultivators,ing from a highly distinguished n and finding sess at a young age. How on Earth did he end up where he is now?”


    “This proves that one can only cultivate by following the right path. Using these dishonest practices would only seem beneficial at first nce. Look, what happened in the end? Not even a whole corpse was left of him.”


    “Not everything was because of his cultivation path. Wei WuXian’s personality is quite immoral. One’s deeds will be paid, one way or another; what goes around alwayses around.”


    ...


    After Wei WuXian’s death, the period is drawn on the topic. The discussions of the people are mostly the same, with a few unconventional opinions being brought down immediately.


    However, the elephant in the room stayed in the back of everyone’s mind.


    Nobody could summon Wei WuXian’s soul, which meant that his soul had disappeared.


    It might have been torn apart by the millions of ghosts that devoured him.


    Or, it might have escaped.


    If was the first, then all is well. Then again, nobody doubts the fact that the YiLing Patriarch has the power to move mountains and empty seas. If was thest, his soul would eventually return to revive in his body. When the dayes, the cultivation world, or even all of mortalnd, would be faced with the most insane damnation and revenge, sinking into nothing but chaos and despair.


    The various ns set one hundred and twenty stone beasts on top of LuanZang Hill and initiated frequent soul-summoning rituals, followed by heightened vignce and searches for strange urrences from all over the world.


    In the first year, nothing happened.


    In the second year, nothing happened.


    In the third year, nothing happened.


    ...


    In the thirteenth year, nothing happened either.


    More and more people were starting to believe that, maybe, the YiLing Patriarch actually perished.


    Even if he was capable of turning the world upside down, it was finally his turn to be toppled over.


    Nobody would remain at the top for all of eternity—legends are only legends.