Ye Baizhi Returns to Dust

Consciousness sinks in endless darkness and blood. Ye Dingzhi, no, maybe Ye Yun, felt light and airy, like a dead leaf separated from the branch. The last sensation was the cold touch and warm blood on his neck, as well as Baili Dongjun's heart-rending cry smelling of alcohol. "Dongjun..." He wanted to take one last look at the face that always had a hearty smile, but he only touched a blur of light and shadow. His life began with the glory of being a general in Apocalypse City, was ruined by a cold imperial edict, was riddled with conspiracy and pursuit on the road to exile, struggled with the protection and sacrifice of the rain-born demon as a master and father, sank into the unrequited pursuit of Yi Wenjun's obsession, and finally, went crazy with the virtual thought skills of Tianwaitian, and was buried under the beacon fire of the Eastern Expedition initiated by himself. Wrong, all wrong. From the moment he took root in Yi Wenjun's courtyard and gave birth to the delusion he shouldn't have, his life was like a wild horse running wild, rushing towards the abyss of eternal destruction. He hurt the Ye family army, failed his master, dragged down the people who followed him in Tianwaitian, and even wounded Baili Dongjun, the only one who treated him sincerely and never left him. If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife!