Night fell late on Purple Rock Island, but once it did, it was boundless and profound.
The black canopy of the distant sky merged with the tides, enclosing the island. The island's lights were densely scattered, yet from high above, they clustered like beans, swaying unsteadily amid the black waves. In the outer seas of Wugou, there were truly not many such "bean-sized flames," sprinkled across the sea as if the tides might swallow them at any moment.
In the void, ghostly light flickered in Gui Yan's eyes. He seized the time to comprehend and repair the flaws in the Netherworld Nine Hidden Secret Art.
Ever since achieving the Six Desire Heavenly Demon, he had been quite satisfied with this incarnation. Setting aside everything else, that divine ability to gather and disperse at will meant that if he focused on fleeing, even a Calamity Law Grandmaster would be left with a headache.
Yet his recent sparring and tempering against his sword cultivator incarnation from afar had struck a fierce warning bell for him.
In the end, he still could not fully grasp the methods of Longevity cultivators. Take sword cultivators, for example—once they entered Longevity and severed the shackles of laws, many pieces of common knowledge could no longer be applied to them.
In a sense, once a Longevity Sword Cultivator unleashed a sword strike, even heaven and earth had to make way. He had no doubt that if he encountered a true powerhouse of the sword path and relied too heavily on the transformations of the Nine Hidden Demonic Body without responding cautiously, the other party could lock his soul with sword intent, pinpoint his weakness, and use a single sword strike to wound him grievously enough to kill him.
Now that his understanding had changed, maintaining the status