The Dead Servants' encirclement, the Dragon King's awakening, a struggle that left rivers of blood.
But Lu Mingfei did not run this time.
He had nothing left to lose.
When a man had lost even what he treasured most, demons no longer seemed so frightening.
In fact, the demon had become his only friend.
Those golden eyes looked at him with an ancient tenderness that made his heart tremble.
Lu Mingze's eyes were gold, a gold so pure it was terrifying.
It was not the color of gold, nor the color of the sun, but a gold far older and deeper.
Like light that had existed since the birth of the universe, finally shining into those pupils after crossing billions of years of darkness.
Those were not eyes a human should possess, not even eyes a demon should possess.
"I want you to go somewhere."
Lu Mingze said, his voice carrying a strange solemnity, like a priest proclaiming an oracle.
"A world without Cassel, without the Secret Party, without the Dragon Clan.
The people there cultivate a power called Soul Power. The strong can move mountains and fill seas, can soar through the sky.
The sky there is bluer than it is here, and the stars shine brighter."
"Sounds pretty fantastical!"
Lu Mingfei said. He tried to make his tone sound relaxed, but the word "pretty" trembled on his tongue, exposing the tremor in his heart.
"It is fantasy."
Lu Mingze smiled and nodded, a hint of mischief in that smile, like a child sharing an interesting secret.
"It is a world where Martial Souls reign supreme. Everyone awakens a Martial Soul at the age of six.
It might be a sickle, a wild beast, or a weapon.
The strength of one's Martial Soul determines the height of one's life,