Sect Master

Li Xiao's heart jolted, and he blurted out, "Rumor has it that after the Ten Thousand Souls Sect fell, numerous Seventh Turn experts joined forces to hunt down its members. Everyone in the Sect was killed, and even those connected to it were uprooted, roots and all. Senior...

"You're actually still alive?"

He could scarcely believe it.

Several hundred years had passed since the Ten Thousand Souls Sect's fall, and the Seventh Turn experts had hunted its members with ruthless thoroughness.

They had nearly wiped the entire Sect from the cultivation world. Even the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had been shattered. How could this Sect Master still be alive?

The stone platform beneath Li Xiao's feet suddenly trembled.

Fine patterns flared across it, giving off a dim glow as though some ancient power had awakened them.

The mass of dark-gold Earth Qi at the platform's center churned ever more violently, as if something beneath it were waking up.

Then a head appeared out of thin air above the platform. It floated in midair, its face stern, its brow bearing the weighty authority of someone long accustomed to command. At a glance, it was clear he had once held a lofty position.

He wore a dark-gold helmet covered in fine runes. Its design matched the armor on the gold-armored remains exactly, but it was more complete, more ancient, as though it had weathered an even longer passage of time.

He stared at Li Xiao for a long while.

"You've been infected by corpse qi... Have you already seen the other half of my body?"

Li Xiao's heart lurched.

He took half a step back and watched the head warily. Three streams of Sword Qi gathered silently around him, but he did not rush to strike. He asked in a low voice: