On the plain.
The White-Robed Monk held a Precept Blade in one hand and formed a Palm Seal with the other.
The Precept Blade was jet-black, emanating billowing black qi.
The Palm Seal was stern and majestic, and the Golden Bell phantom image arose from it.
Two utterly extreme auras gathered upon one person, yet they were incomparably harmonious.
Facing the lofty Luo Chen, his expression remained calm as he said lightly, "This little monk's Dharma name is Jue Ning. Of course, Benefactor may also call me by my secular name from before I became a monk—Ning Yuzhuo!"
The moment the name "Ning Yuzhuo" surfaced, Luo Chen abruptly felt as though illusion and reality were blending together, as memories clashed with the present.
When Han Zhan had traveled through the Northern Sea with him, Han Zhan had mentioned seeing a Northern Sea Demon Cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland in his youth, someone who had wielded pure Demonic Qi.
Within Canglong's dreamscape, Luo Chen had seen that Demon Cultivator. Yet that man had not run rampant for long before Hui Ping, a great eminent monk of his generation, personally suppressed him.
His name had also been Ning Yuzhuo!
Looking again at the man before his eyes, whether it was his bearing and demeanor or the mana he displayed, all of it overlapped with those fragmentary impressions.
It had to be the same person!
Luo Chen laughed freely. "Very good. This Seat does not kill nameless nobodies. Since you have a name and surname, take another move from me!"
Those words were tyrannical beyond measure.
What did he mean, having a name and surname meant he had to take another move?
Yet Luo Chen's actions were even more tyrannical than his words.
He stepped through the air as though climbing a Heavenly