Eastern Wasteland, Palace of Parting Sorrow.
Deep within the magnificent rear hall, Demon Venerable Qingli lay languidly on a long couch, idly toying with a white jade wine cup. Before her, a huge water mirror was projected above a jade slip. Flickering images played across it, showing a beautiful female cultivator riding her sword as she slaughtered a host of demons and devils.
The battle in the water mirror was exceptionally fierce. Accompanied by stirring music, the female sword cultivator was drenched head to toe in blood, her expression resolute as she bravely fought against the encircling demons and devils. The scene carried an added air of tragic grandeur.
Every demon and devil besieging her was ugly in appearance and savage in expression. They fought with brutal ferocity, fearless even of death.
Just as the female sword cultivator seemed to be in grave danger, a male sword cultivator suddenly descended from the heavens and embraced her passionately. After exchanging a few tender words, the two joined their swords as one and slaughtered the demons and devils together...
Qingli could not help smiling at this point. With her cultivation and knowledge, she naturally saw how absurd that stretch of combat was. The story itself was also exceptionally shallow: human male and female cultivators used dual-cultivation sword arts to slay demons and devils.
Yet this water-shadow drama had exquisite imagery, a twisting plot full of fierce conflict, and above all, its emotions were drawn to the fullest. It was a very entertaining form of amusement, a thousand times more interesting than reading, listening to music, or watching dances.
The one thing she could not stand was that Gao Xian was always uglifying demons and devils. In these water-shadow dramas, demons and devils were both evil and stupid.
Clearly, it was Divine Lord