City of No Tears

Deep within the Forgetting Forest.

Netherworld Spring.

Before this demonic qi that could annihilate the human realm, sparing not even the Demons and Monsters of the demon realm.

Demonic qi so dense it seemed capable of swallowing even sunlight.

The slender demonic figure merely took a deep breath, allowing it to pour into his nostrils.

"Moye, Moye, do you truly intend to become Gan Jiang's enemy for this world?"

"You were forged from Heavenly Demon Ore. Positive Qi was bestowed upon you afterward. Your true nature is the same as mine. We are both demons."

Moye, the foremost divine weapon of the righteous path, shone with intense Positive Qi, like a crystallization of vast righteous energy. Even Netherworld Spring could not conceal its brilliance. Yet at this moment, the glow along her blade began to flicker, as though she had been shaken by the demonic figure's words.

A crazed figure interrupted their exchange.

"Hey, Liudao, hehe, you damned ghost. No, you're already dead. I was wrong, Sanniang. I shouldn't have let Hongye... No, I wasn't wrong. I did it all for the common people beneath heaven."

"Yan Chixia?" The demonic figure raised a displeased brow and slowly walked out of the spring's source. Sunlight fell upon his flawless, deathly pale face. It was Saint Lord Qiye. "I had intended to spare you for now. After all, I am not that old ghost Liudao's biological son."

As Qiye approached.

The omnipresent demonic qi concealed in the air, along with that within Yan Chixia's body, was instantly drawn away.

"Who are you? Why have you approached Netherworld Spring?" The extraction of the demonic qi restored Yan Chixia's clarity.

He had intended to attack immediately, but the demonic qi surrounding the man before him seemed even more immense than that of Netherworld Spring.