Extreme Devil Palace

What drew the eye most was the man's pair of eyes.

They were crimson, like two agates soaked in clear water—demonic, yet not frightening.

The aura around him was strange and inscrutable. At first glance, he looked like a cultivator, yet his body was utterly empty, without even a trace of spiritual energy.

Shen Hui had faintly formed a guess, but his expression did not change. He merely cupped his hands and said:

"May I ask who you are?"

The man lifted his eyelids, the corners of his mouth curving to reveal a mouthful of white teeth. "Xu Ye of the Extreme Devil Palace."

Just as I thought.

Though Shen Hui had never personally met a disciple of the Extreme Devil Palace, he had heard of them.

So-called demonic cultivators were not necessarily members of the evil path.

They did not cultivate spiritual energy, but instead tempered bone and blood, using their own bodies as furnaces to refine their vital essence and temper their flesh.

The cultivators of the Extreme Devil Palace were divided into two factions.

One faction consisted of fiends who harvested and refined blood Baleful Intent, plundering the essence blood of others to strengthen themselves. Their methods were vicious and cruel, and they often committed murder.

The other faction consisted of ascetics who refined themselves. They relied only on their own vital essence and natural spiritual treasures to temper their bodies. Though their methods were fierce and forceful, and their conduct wild and unrestrained, they still had their own bottom line.

The flesh and blood of the latter, refined to the utmost purity, could even work miraculous effects in healing illness and saving lives.

For that very reason, they were often hunted by other Evil Cultivators.

The two lineages coexisted within the Extreme Devil Palace like water