At dawn, sunlight cut through the ruined imperial city, thick with scorched smoke. Corpses could be seen everywhere, and the broken walls and shattered remnants were stained with mottled blood.
Ashen-faced Bai Sheng stood atop the ruins, gazing at the horrific sights in every direction. His pupils trembled, unable to accept everything before his eyes.
The city he had thought the most prosperous had actually turned to ruins overnight. He saw the mask of the Daoist who had danced with a sword earlier—only half of it remained—and it struck him even harder.
"How could this happen..."
Bai Sheng muttered to himself, his voice trembling.
He felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, and one he could not wake from.
He looked up into the distance, then immediately rushed down. He began searching everywhere for Gu An, and whenever he came across a corpse along the way, he would force down his fear and nausea and turn it over.
The sun kept rising. By the time noon came, he still had not found Gu An, and both his hands were already smeared with blood.
Exhausted, he collapsed to his knees in the street. He did not even have the strength to lift his head.
After searching all morning, there was no fear left in his heart, only numbness.
A figure appeared before him. He saw the other party's shoes, but he could not speak.
Sujin looked down at Bai Sheng and sighed. "Didn't you say before that compared to living an ordinary, uneventful life, you would rather die in the mouths of demons and monsters? Last night, you witnessed a Great Demon that most mortals will never see in their entire lives. Shouldn't you be glad?"
Bai Sheng hung his head and asked weakly, "Are you... a monster like