The White-Robed Man Blocking the Road

Shadow Island.

After Su Yu'er gathered the strength of the entire sect and delivered all the Immortal Crystals from the previous Demonic Core purchase, Yi Feng slung his pack over his back and set out once more on his journey to seek death.

Standing atop a mountain, Yi Feng gazed into the distance.

He let out a long sigh.

"Alas, in this vast world, where will my bones finally be buried?"

Yi Feng was troubled!

He had been out for so many days and tried every possible method, yet he still had not managed to die.

Not far away.

A convoy sped past.

A massive banner was planted atop the lead bull-headed beast.

Embroidered vividly upon the banner was a single enormous character—Hong!

Anyone with even a little knowledge of the current powers would recognize from that banner that this convoy belonged to the Hong Sect, one of the powerful Tribulation Sects.

Behind it was a long vessel drawn by eight enormous demonic beasts. Its interior was exquisitely decorated and brightly lit, while strings of pearls hung at its entrance.

Past the pearl curtains, red silk drapes covered the ceiling, the surroundings were spotless, and a faint fragrance could be detected with a gentle sniff.

Clearly.

This long vessel was a young lady's private chamber.

Sure enough, a slender woman with breathtaking features sat upon the bed at the back.

She wore a light gauze dress, her fair skin faintly visible beneath the sleeves. Her long black hair cascaded behind her, and paired with her languid posture, she exuded an indescribable allure.

A rose-red longsword rested on the table beside her.

Light flowed around the sword as though it possessed a spirit.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that a sword of such a level was simply not something