Seeking the Demon

At night, the bright moon hung high. In a guest room at Moonlit Chang'an, Ning Chen stood before the window, gazing at the starry sky. His abyss-deep eyes held not the slightest glimmer of light.

Gradually, radiant light surged from Ning Chen's spiritual platform. His soul drifted free, and his spiritual sense shot straight into the heavens above.

Within the vast, boundless starfield, demonic tides rolled. The black-clad phantom shed its mortal flesh and stood suspended in the stars, searching for traces of the Immortal Palanquin.

The starfield was immense. Endless mist occupied half of it, obscuring all sight. Only the Great Life Stars, each brimming with majestic vitality, shone so brilliantly amid the cosmos.

After searching for a long while without finding any trace of the Immortal Palanquin, the demonic energy drew back together, and his soul prepared to return as well.

"Demon."

At that moment, a majestic voice rang out through the stars. In the next instant, seven-colored radiance swept forth, and a gigantic hand appeared, reaching to seize Ning Chen.

As the unexpected change arose, the demonic energy shifted, condensing into a black-clad phantom. With two fingers joined like a sword, it struck at the great hand descending from the sky.

With a thunderous crash, rosy radiance and demonic energy surged against each other. Amid the shocking aftershock, the hand that blotted out the sky descended once more.

Ning Chen retreated, and the demonic energy around him gathered into a black divine blade. With one sword stroke piercing the splendor, he slashed outward.

A moment later, the giant palm and sword light collided. The starry sky rumbled, and as the aftershock swept over him, Ning Chen was forced back several dozen yards, his demonic energy shaking violently.

Elsewhere, the little finger of the sky-covering hand was severed