Sensing an inexplicable tremor in space, the man in black abruptly turned around.
In the faint glimmer, a figure in snowy gauze stood before him, thin as cicada wings.
For an instant, he seemed to see the Lord of the Nether!
A woman the Nether he had summoned had muttered about over and over for thousands of years—a newly born immortal body vessel created to house that legendary forbidden seal.
The new body of a woman rumored to be one of the Seven Lords of the Nether.
The man in black was entranced.
That perfect figure, as though carved by gods and ghosts, carried an awe-inspiring Sword Qi of its own. Lush and jade-like, with rolling curves, she seemed to shine of her own accord in the darkness.
Her peerless immortal beauty seemed to have stepped from poetry and paintings. Her brows were lightly washed with ink, slanting toward her temples; her clear eyes shimmered like lake water and brilliant stars. Dignified and valiant, like a young maiden, she radiated a divine splendor.
Hands behind her back and brows lifted, every gesture brimmed with heroic spirit. Without anger, she commanded authority. A casual sweep of her gaze could make one suddenly lose their soul and fall utterly under her spell.
What kind of immortal was this?
In that very instant, the man in black's eyes froze.
Ten thousand invisible, traceless sword intents pierced directly through the barrier between the Abyss and the Immortal Realm. Bearing the desolation of the Primordial Era, they instantly stabbed into his Immortal Platform.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped to one knee.
Relying on the power of the Nether to protect his body, along with the black shadow blotting out the sky and the dim light, he had carelessly taken one extra