Driven Mad with Rage

Time flew by; in the blink of an eye, two and a half years had passed.

Overseas, One Line Sky.

Above the boundless ocean stood a lone island. On a remote cliff upon that island, amid layers of hazy mist, a blurred figure sat cross-legged.

"The Netherworld."

Sky Soaring sat upon the cliff, gazing from afar through One Line Sky in the direction of the Netherworld, his eyes filled with deep longing and fury.

He wanted to curse someone, yet did not know whom to curse.

The same old problem—he did not know that bastard's name!

Over the past two and a half years, he had constantly stirred the Karmic Net, searching heaven and earth for traces, yet the other party had vanished as though evaporating from the Human World.

If Covered Lamp Fire had not remained empty and shown no sign whatsoever of reviving, he might even have suspected that his plan had actually succeeded. Yet whenever such fantasies arose, he had no choice but to face reality again: after this entire scheme, not only had his situation failed to improve.

It had become even worse.

Sword Pavilion—old Gangxing has been in seclusion all this time. He has probably gained something as well. He likely copied one of those five Supreme Fruit Position tomes.

Sacred Sect... forget it.

Pure Land—I suppose I got lucky. The World Honored One does not seem inclined to trouble me. That is rather unexpected. It seems to have something to do with who I was in the past.

At that thought, Sky Soaring frowned slightly.

His memories were incomplete.

That was perfectly normal. He knew too much; some Forbidden Knowledge was too important, to the point that he himself had sealed it away with a Perception Barrier.

That seal was in his Sea of