"Even Scarlet Thunder City's lord doesn't believe you. Is it worth it, for the glory of the human race, extinguished millions of years ago, and the legacy of its undying flame?"
Blood veiled the starry night. Tonight's moon was especially bright, yet tinged with an eerie crimson.
A great calamity was approaching.
An omen appeared in the heavens.
Heaven was warning the world, weeping in sorrow.
Sadly.
The moonlit night lay deep.
That bloody hue was buried too deeply.
Ordinary people could not see it.
Gazing at the stars and moon.
Breathing in the floral fragrance carried on the wind.
Xiao Chen searched his heart.
From beginning to end.
He had never intended to leave.
His earlier words.
Had only been meant to keep Ke Hei and Ye Hongmei from going to their deaths!
Tomorrow.
A mortal catastrophe would descend.
His bones might lie buried in Scarlet Thunder City.
To say he was not anxious.
Would be a lie.
In truth.
To stake his life on a single conviction.
On a tiny ember of glory that retained only a trace of warmth.
To fight with his life on the line for that.
No matter how he looked at it.
He seemed a fool!
But.
He was a sword cultivator.
All he sought in life was to repay kindness and settle grudges freely, with nothing weighing on his mind.
He was an heir of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect.
He bore his sect's mission.
Most importantly.
He was human.
An heir to the undying flame!
"Forget it. If this is my fate, why dwell on it?"
The moonlight was veiled in blood, sinister and strange. Just like that, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in the street, his eyes tightly shut.
Time flew.
The sky began to brighten!
Before he knew it.
The hour