On a mountaintop north of Myriad Dao Sect.
A young man held a Tang Saber in his hands and practiced the Blood Demon Blade Art.
The young man had come of age.
And in that very year, when he turned eighteen, he had entered the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Boom!"
As the young man brought his blade down, the earth shook violently, and birds and beasts fled in panic.
The barren mountain in the distance was cleaved in two by his blade,
and Blood Fiend Qi poured from the split in the mountain, spreading across the sky.
"Huu..."
Xiao Mo took a deep breath and put away his long saber.
In his first life, he had also entered the Nascent Soul Realm at eighteen, despite having a Sword Bone.
But the quality of his cultivation in this life was far higher than in his first.
In fact, if he hadn't kept refining every realm, striving to cultivate each one without the slightest flaw, he might have entered the Jade Uncut Realm by now.
"If only I had this kind of talent in the real world, too."
Xiao Mo felt a little wistful.
But soon, he shook his head, thinking he was getting ahead of himself.
When it came to cultivation, all one could do was try one's best. The more one forced things, the more likely they were to backfire.
"Senior Brother."
Just as Xiao Mo turned to fly back to Myriad Dao Sect, a young woman flew toward him.
She wore a long black dress, its hem layered with gauzy silk as light as a veil of clear mist. The sash at her waist accentuated her slender figure.
A red, water-drop pendant rested against her chest, adding a touch of alluring charm, like a dab of cinnabar on black paper.