Chapter 1439: The Truth
In the cultivator world where fear already ruled in every corner, the name of ’Long Ming could still fill a room and silence even the boldest of tongues. People feared him not just because of his overwhelming power, or the brutal efficiency with which he destroyed his enemies.
What they truly feared was his deep and unfathomable mind—his cold detachment, his unreadable thoughts, and the eerie calm that always preceded his wrath.
His existence soon became a phantom of war, a shadow lurking just beyond the veil of certainty. He was known as an omniscient, ruthless force, terrifyingly precise in every move he made.
Zhao Li Xin never hesitated to take risks. He did not fear defeat or loss; to him, it was all just a game. He welcomed ruin and chaos, then forged them into weapons.
If he hadn’t dared to take a risk, why else would he dare to pick up people like Jin Hao, Bei Li Yan, Wu San Bo, and Jiang Jin Wei?A bunch of people who had been discarded by their clans, hunted by their own kingdom, and shunned by society as worthless and pitiful?
Yet Zhao Li Xin not only took them in, he forged them, piece by piece, until they became sharp weapons no one dared to challenge.
Under his ruthless guidance, they rose to become the Four Palace Kings of the infamous Hei Shen Sect, and each of them became a nightmare in his own right.
But what made Zhao Li Xin even more maddening to his enemies was his complete apathy toward worldly desires. He could not be bribed, tempted, or threatened. He wanted nothing. He needed nothing, and that made him untouchable.
A man like Zhao Li Xin owed loyalty to no one—neither blood, nor crown, nor creed. No family, no kingdom, no power on this earth could command him.
It was said that with Zhao Li Xin’s strength and intellect, he could dismantle empires before breakfast. Rulers trembled at the thought, yet one thin thread of hope remained: he simply did not care for power or politics.
Many tried to win his favor, many kings, generals, noble families, but still he remained unmoved, unreachable.
The world had long accepted one absolute truth: if Zhao Li Xin ever chose to support a nation, that nation would inevitably rise. Just like the Liang Zu Kingdom, despite receiving only a fraction of its resources, it flourished under his distant aid. That alone was enough to elevate Ming Yue Yin as the first Empress ever to rule the kingdom in her own right.