In a daze, Wang Xian felt as though he had passed through layer upon layer of thick fog and crossed an endless void.
He arrived atop a snowy mountain.
He had never dreamed that some inexplicable fellow would suddenly appear and punch him.
The blow sent him flying in an instant. While he was still in midair, a mysterious vortex swallowed him and brought him here.
Looking around in bewilderment, he wondered if he had somehow crossed the Land of Death and ended up in the Demon Realm.
In a flash, Wang Xian was startled.
A gust of cold wind blew toward him from the other side, like a stream of icy spiritual energy, and sank into his body.
No, it seemed more like a gust of sinister wind had passed straight through his chest and then flown toward the snowy mountain.
In an instant, a spirit sword appeared in his hand.
Like Wind, the spirit sword Sword City's Ji Wuming had given him, flashed across Wang Xian's chest. Its ringing blade-song echoed across the snowy mountain.
"Roar, roar!"
A cloud of black mist surged toward him, then transformed dozens of yards before his eyes into a red-robed woman with a deep, penetrating gaze.
A pair of wings grew from the woman's back. Her enticing red lips parted slightly, as though she were breathing in the young man who had suddenly appeared.
She gently stroked her own ample chest. Wang Xian merely glanced at her before nearly fainting.
He bit his tongue in alarm and barely managed to stay upright.
He snapped, "Who are you? Where is this place?"
"Who am I?"
The woman laughed, her giggles bewitching the soul. "This is an unknown region of the Demon Realm, a place no human cultivator has ever entered."
At her words,