Chapter 46

Tears fell incessantly, forming a small stream beneath Lu Tianyu. One by one, familiar names were called out in his sorrow, echoing throughout the valley.

Seeing this, Lu Laosan immediately moved to escape.

However, before he had taken ten steps, he felt a fierce wind surge from behind. Lu Laosan was terrified, his heart and liver almost splitting. He turned his head abruptly and saw a faint, ethereal giant axe swiftly descending from the sky, aiming for his forehead.

With a "crack," the late-stage warrior Lu Laosan was instantly split into two halves.

Although Lu Tianyu was mourning his loved ones, he did not forget about Lu Laosan. He could not let anyone else know about his return today, so Lu Laosan had to die. If Lu Laosan had not tried to escape, Lu Tianyu might have just destroyed his consciousness, making him a fool, and spared his life. Since he was not honest, he had to be killed to silence him.

After doing all this, Lu Tianyu looked again at the mass grave before him. He could vaguely see the familiar figures lying within, but these people were now separated from him by the boundary of life and death.

He remembered how, when he was a child, his fourth uncle used to hold him and tell him about the outside world.

He also remembered how, when he was young, his second great-uncle taught him to read and write, hand in hand.

He remembered how, when he was a child, his grandfather would carry him on his shoulders and run around the courtyard, laughing even when he wet his neck.

He remembered how, when he was seven and fell seriously ill, his third great-uncle, a doctor, stayed by his side for days without rest, treating him and singing lullabies to soothe him to sleep.

He could not forget the time he was bullied and wept silently in a corner, and it was Fourth Aunt who took him home, cleaned his wounds, and bandaged them.

He could not forget...

One by one, the vivid figures of his loved ones appeared in Lu Tianyu's mind. These events, as if they had happened yesterday, were still vividly etched in his memory.

But these familiar people, his loved ones, were all gone, turned to ashes and buried in this mass grave.

"Grandfather, Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt, Second Great-Uncle, Third Great-Uncle..." Lu Tianyu, recalling the past, felt his heart break into pieces. Tears fell uncontrollably, and eventually, his tears ran dry, replaced by blood-red tears that slowly trickled down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault. If I had been strong enough, you wouldn't have been killed..." After calling out the names of his loved ones, Lu Tianyu raised his head and roared wildly. Then, he bowed his head and began to kowtow before the mass grave, creating numerous deep pits in the yellow-brown earth.

With each kowtow, the hatred in Lu Tianyu's heart grew stronger. This hatred was directed at Wang Cui'e, the woman who had tried to kill him at every turn, leading to the tragedy of the Lu family.

So, the root of all evil was Wang Cui'e, a woman with an exceptionally cruel heart, who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

Lu Tianyu wished to tear her flesh, drink her blood, and dismember her to vent his hatred.

After kowtowing over a thousand times, Lu Tianyu stopped, his eyes filled with hatred that could burn mountains and boil seas.

The last rays of the sunset finally sank into the western mountains, and night gradually descended upon the valley, shrouding it in darkness.

But Lu Tianyu's eyes still blazed with anger, like two sharp, blood-red blades piercing through the darkness and reaching the heavens.

With a "crack," Lu Tianyu suddenly moved as fast as lightning, bending his right hand into an axe shape and chopping down on his left wrist. A deep blood mark instantly appeared, and blood gushed out, splattering onto the graves below.

Lu Tianyu stood up abruptly, holding his left hand up, allowing the blood to drip continuously onto the graves of the mass grave.

"I, Lu Tianyu, swear by my blood that I will kill Wang Cui'e and the accomplices of the Wang family, avenging the thousands of people in the Lu family. If I break this vow, may I be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!" As he spoke, Lu Tianyu fiercely shook his wrist, and the blood from the wound spurted out, scattering like flowers over the entire mass grave.

"Rumble" At that moment, a loud thunderclap echoed in the sky, and the sky, already filled with dark clouds, began to rain lightly.

The rain fell, mixing with the blood Lu Tianyu had shed, deeply soaking into the mass grave.

"Crack" After the thunder, lightning flashed across the sky, and the rain gradually intensified, pouring down in torrents.

Lu Tianyu let the blood from his wrist continue to flow, and the heavy rain soaked him through, but he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the mass grave.

A blood oath was the highest vow in the Divine Wasteland Continent, rumored to be the most vicious. If the person who made the blood oath failed to fulfill it, they would suffer the backlash of the oath, ending up struck by lightning and dying a terrible death.

In his extreme grief and anger, Lu Tianyu's hatred for Wang Cui'e had transformed into this blood oath, echoing before the mass grave, witnessing his determination to kill her.

The heavy rain continued to pour, but Lu Tianyu seemed oblivious, standing motionless as the rain mixed with his blood-red tears, sliding down his cheeks and seeping into the earth below.

He stood there all night, until the darkness before dawn began to fade, and the heavy rain finally stopped.

Due to excessive blood loss, Lu Tianyu's face had turned deathly pale, and his body trembled slightly, as if he could collapse at any moment.

"Grandfather, your wish to revitalize the Lu family is always in my heart. Rest assured, I will not let you down. When I achieve my cultivation, I will make the Lu family great and renowned on the Divine Wasteland Continent." Lu Tianyu's body swayed, and he murmured his promise to his grandfather.

But he did not fall. Instead, he continued to look at the mass grave, murmuring, "Fourth Uncle, you sacrificed yourself to protect me from the beast Wang Qi. Rest assured, I will dismember him and bring his head to honor you. As for Xiaoyi, don't worry, I will protect her and ensure she is never harmed."

"Fourth Aunt, Second Great-Uncle, Third Great-Uncle... rest in peace. I will live a righteous life and be a man of integrity, never disgracing you." Lu Tianyu murmured the names of his loved ones, making a lifelong promise before their graves.

A ray of sunlight finally pierced through the darkness of dawn, casting its light upon the earth.

For a moment, all living things were rejuvenated, and the valley was bathed in light. The mass grave, washed by the rain, had become slightly lower but was tinged with a faint, barely noticeable red.

This red was exceptionally vivid and eye-catching.

"Grandfather, Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt... rest in peace. I will leave now, but I promise to return and rebuild your graves after avenging you."

Lu Tianyu's tears had run dry that night, and his eyes were now filled with only two burning, blood-red flames of hatred.

With that, Lu Tianyu moved, stumbling into the mountains ahead.

He could not stay here long. If the Wang family, now in control of the Lu family, discovered him, he would surely die. It was not that he feared death, but he was worried that he would lose any chance of avenging them.

Lu Tianyu was no longer living for himself. He carried the heavy burden of his grandfather's trust and the blood debt of the thousands of people in the Lu family.

Therefore, Lu Tianyu must live well, for his grandfather, for his deceased Fourth Uncle, and for all his lost loved ones.

Entering the mountains, Lu Tianyu found a very secluded cave, entered it, and began to meditate and heal his injuries.

His old internal injuries had not yet healed, and the excessive blood loss from the previous night had worsened his condition. He needed to recover quickly to avoid serious aftereffects.

Not long after Lu Tianyu left, a white figure appeared before the mass grave in the valley.

This person was dressed in white, even his shoes were white, and he wore a white armband. He was none other than the current head of the Lu family, Lu Xingyao.

Looking at the faint red bloodstains on the mass grave, Lu Xingyao's lips twitched, and his eyes were filled with pain and struggle.

"Alas... my son died at your hands, but I cannot kill you. If I kill you, how can I face my deceased father and the thousands of Lu family members?"

"Go, the farther you go, the better. Pretend I never saw you today."

Lu Xingyao muttered to himself, sighed deeply, and then disappeared.

In fact, when Lu Tianyu arrived at the mass grave last night, Lu Xingyao was already there. Sensing Lu Tianyu and Lu Laosan approaching the valley, he quietly left and hid in a secluded place.

Lu Tianyu stayed by the graves all night, and Lu Xingyao hid nearby all night, watching everything Lu Tianyu did.

Although Lu Xingyao initially harbored a strong desire to kill Lu Tianyu to avenge his son, Lu Tianyu's actions left him in a deep internal struggle.

Because, if he killed Lu Tianyu, there would be no hope of reviving the Lu family.

Lu Xingyao's grandfather would never rest in peace.

When the Lu family faced a great disaster, Lu Xingyao was sealed by Wang Qi and left in an inn, unable to come and stop it. This had been a deep pain in his heart, and he could not let this tragedy happen again.

Although Lu Tianyu deeply misunderstood and despised him, Lu Xingyao had to endure it, as it was all due to his wife, Wang Cui'e.

He regretted marrying such a vicious woman.

He hoped that Lu Tianyu would not let him down.