Blood Nightmare Fiend, Lord of the Twelve Streams

"I am Wu Qi. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

"I am Azure Sun, currently Lord of the Flying Swallows."

White mist rose over Ten Li Calm Lake.

On Moon-Inviting Isle, the two cultivators sat facing each other.

As Wu Qi watched Luo Chen, admiration filled his eyes. This Azure Sun Devil Monarch's methods were truly extraordinary!

In just a few brief exchanges, he had displayed formidable abilities in both soul refining and spellcraft.

And considering the rumors about him...

Wu Qi could not help asking, "Fellow Daoist Azure Sun, are you truly a surviving Direct Disciple of the Primal Devil Sect?"

Luo Chen remained calm. "The Primal Devil Sect has scattered to the winds. What difference does it make whether I am or not?"

Wu Qi faltered.

That was true, but if Luo Chen could act under the Primal Devil Sect's banner, traveling through a Cultivation World it had once ruled would surely be...

Suddenly,

he understood.

Doing so would bring advantages, but dangers as well.

Though the Primal Devil Sect had ruled for thousands of years and was known as a Sacred Land, it had not controlled the Northern Sea as tightly as Sacred Lands on other continents. Coupled with its disciples' overbearing conduct, it had made countless powerful enemies, both openly and in secret.

Even if no one was openly kicking the dog while it was down,

who knew how many were secretly hunting down the Primal Devil Sect's remnants to the last?

No one dared provoke its Nascent Soul Stage experts.

But someone like the Azure Sun Devil Monarch was a much easier target.

Judging by his choice to live in seclusion somewhere as remote as the Flying Swallow Islands, he plainly detested trouble. Naturally, he would not invite greater danger for a little convenience.

Convinced he had figured