"A Sky Demon! He's a Sky Demon!"
The blue-robed cultivator's voice suddenly cracked. He instinctively retreated half a step, the spiritual power around him surging violently.
He stared fixedly at the barrier of interwoven gold and black light covering Qin He's body, horror rising in his eyes.
A year ago, a Sky Demon had appeared—a dark silhouette that had carved a bloody path through the Divine Court's encirclement.
Rumor had it that this very aura, sinister yet overpowering, had wreathed his body, allowing him to tear even the Divine Punishment Department's law chains apart by sheer force.
At those words, Wei Canglan's eyes abruptly narrowed. Golden runes swirled within his pupils, and his gaze grew increasingly fervent as he watched Qin He. A meaningful smile slowly curved his lips.
I wore through iron shoes searching, yet found nothing!
Now he's fallen into my hands without the slightest effort!
A Sky Demon. He was actually a Sky Demon.
A year ago, that Sky Demon had suddenly appeared. Not only had he escaped unscathed from the all-encompassing net laid by the Divine Punishment Department, but he had also turned the tables and killed more than a dozen elite cultivators under three of its officers.
That incident had dragged the Divine Punishment Department's reputation through the mud. In his fury, its High God had mobilized almost the entire department, only to track down a few scattered fragments of demonic aura in the end.
Who could have imagined that he would run into him here?
Half a month ago, the Merit Department had received one urgent report after another from the Earth Gods of the Lower Realm.
They reported that an extremely secretive faith had emerged in the Lower Realm. Its followers were fanatical, and the power of merit they gathered was bizarre and