Bewitching Profound Realm, the forbidden land of the Ancient Six Evils' Path of Erotic Desire. Ever since Yan Kuan had brought Nangong Xian'er and the others here to take control, the space-time of this Mystic Realm had become unpredictable. Even the Demon Lord and the others had no good solution for it. Yet on this day, an uninvited guest broke into its outskirts.
"Boom!"
A surge of black aura struck the original coordinates of Bewitching Profound Realm. Like a nether spring from Hell, it carried the demonic nature of deathly stillness and destruction. The aura of death grew increasingly dense as layers of black clouds descended, as though Death Realm itself had arrived.
"Eh! It's him!"
Yan Kuan took a brief look at the man. Slightly curious, he sent out a strand of divine consciousness to meet him.
"Qian Long!"
Yan Kuan's voice rang out through the void.
"Hmph!"
He received only a cold snort in reply, followed by an even denser aura of death. The Black Mist surged as a power imbued with the nature of death violently erupted.
Endless deathly energy churned. A colossal hundred-zhang reaper's scythe swept down, its icy metallic gleam flickering. Coldness and deathly energy spread together, making this stretch of heaven and earth bone-chillingly frigid.
The reaper's scythe finally stopped three feet from Yan Kuan. The skull patterns upon it could be seen clearly, and its cold, smooth blade reflected Yan Kuan's figure.
"When will you go see my sister?"
The black clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a tall young man. He wore a suit of armor forged from black metal and held an enormous reaper's scythe in his hand. It was as though shadows shrouded him, making even sunlight unable to reach him.
An obsidian helmet concealed his entire face, leaving only a pair