Yuwen Cuojin had always thought himself a genius.
He had not gone with Situ Ding and the others to Great Shang's imperial mausoleum. After all, it was a major site of the previous dynasty; no one knew what strange changes might occur there.
He was a Profound Mastery cultivator dealing with someone in the Fourth Realm. What could possibly go wrong?
Yet Yuwen Cuojin had never imagined that someone would be guarding the entrance to Autumn Water Pavilion.
The moment he saw that Marriage Tree, he understood two things.
First, the other party was in the Seventh Realm.
Second, the path she wielded was the Path of Marriage, which had left a heavy, vivid stroke in the history of the Demon Summoning Cult.
The Path of Marriage was exceedingly wicked, but had it not vanished long ago by accident?
Yuwen Cuojin faced a great enemy, his thoughts racing.
Though his injuries had yet to heal, the other party had only just entered the Seventh Realm and her cultivation was unstable. He still held the advantage, but he was wary of the experts who had come to Clear Abyss Sect for the wedding banquet. He had to end this quickly.
As the thought fell, Yuwen Cuojin extended his left hand and decisively chose to strike first.
With a single punch, his own grotto-heaven emerged behind him. The river within was dark and twisted, like a winding scar, drowning sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
An intense, sinister aura spread out, blotting out the bright moon overhead.
Just then, a palm reached out from within. It appeared plain and unadorned, yet everything in its path withered away as it shot straight for the heart of the Marriage Tree.
Rustle—
A figure emerged from the treetop amid the sound of a zither. Her black