I Bear the Grievances of All Who Died Unjustly

One hundred and thirty-seven people in Huidu Town were burned to ash by the righteous sects and the Temple working together. Their crime: being "demons." Before the corpse collector died, he gave Lu Chen a black stone tablet. Carved into it were the names of everyone throughout history whose deepest desires had gone unfulfilled. The final strike of a sword immortal who died taking his enemy with him, the holy light of a paladin who fell to darkness, the million wronged souls of a wrongly executed general: all could return to the mortal world through his hand. The world called him a demon, a heretic, a calamity that would plunge two realms into chaos. He didn't care. All he knew was that the immortals who ascended and the gods who were deified had built a vast slaughterhouse in the heavens, treating all living beings like crops to be harvested again and again. He would not accept it. He would climb to the heavens and ask those lofty beings one question: What gives you the right?