Above the Western Regions, more than a thousand flying boats and warships, carrying a total of fifty thousand demonic cultivators, flew in the same direction.
Inside one of the flying boats at the center, a man held a blood-red bead in his hand, using his own Blood Fiend Qi to suppress whatever was sealed within.
This bead was the Myriad Dao Sect's ancestral treasure. Sealed inside were the souls of hundreds of Upper Three Realms cultivators, including the sect masters of the nine great demonic sects.
But half an hour later, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the long saber, Ink Dye, lying on the table.
Something was off about Ink Dye. It was trembling nonstop, its entire body wreathed in thick black smoke.
A strange sensation gradually spread through Xiao Mo, as though something were establishing a connection with him.
In less than three breaths, the black smoke emanating from Ink Dye gathered and condensed into a small humanoid figure.
When the smoke dispersed, a young girl floated before Xiao Mo.
The girl wore a black dress whose hem stopped just above her knees.
In the Central Plains, a short skirt that exposed the knees and calves would have been considered absolutely scandalous.
But in the Western Regions, this dress counted as conservative.
The black of her skirt stood out sharply against her fair skin.
She looked about eighteen or nineteen, but was barely a foot tall, no bigger than an ordinary doll.
She gazed at Xiao Mo, her black eyes clear as agate. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, giving her a hint of wicked charm and playful amusement.
"Ink Dye?" Xiao Mo asked with a frown.
"That's right." Ink Dye smiled and nodded. She lightly tapped the air with her fair toes,