This white-haired, rosy-cheeked cultivator with fair skin was Xuan Sanren, the Feather Transformation cultivator of the Mysterious Demon Sect known as the "Xuan Demon Old Ancestor."
Ever since one of his Mysterious Demon Fetuses had been killed at the Ten Thousand Demon Assembly years ago, Xuan Sanren had suffered grave damage to his vital energy and gone into secluded cultivation.
But now, as karma shifted and an omen loomed over him, Xuan Sanren sensed something and could not help frowning.
"Where did this karma come from...?"
In his life, he had cultivated the Mysterious Fetus Demon Dao, slaughtered countless people, and made countless enemies. For the moment, he could not possibly tell which grudge had made him feel so uneasy.
"I have always left no survivors. Every strand of karma should have been settled on the spot... Could there still be a fish that slipped through the net?"
Xuan Sanren could not rest easy.
When killing, one had to pull up the roots. Even an infant still in the womb could not be spared. Only then could one ensure nothing went wrong.
That was Xuan Sanren's rule of conduct.
Thus, although his cultivation was not the strongest among the demon heads, his vicious reputation was exceptionally great. That was why he was called the "Xuan Demon Old Ancestor," a name that struck terror into all who heard it.
"Exactly when and where did this karma arise...?" Xuan Sanren traced its origin and deduced its cause, but his mind was a blank, without the slightest clue.
Xuan Sanren had intended to let it go, but in the end he could not put his mind at ease. After pondering for a moment, he hardened his heart and took a compass from a heavily sealed red box.
This compass had been forged from