That was not an ordinary night, nor was it ordinary darkness. It was fear rooted deep in the soul and the heart.
From the outside, the Kunlun Sword Formation was utterly black, and nothing could be seen.
But in Gu Xu's eyes, everything was different.
Gu Xu saw a naked little boy walking toward him step by step, holding a stone sword ground from rock.
Rather than a stone sword, it was more like the spearhead of a stone spear. But to that child, it was like a very long sword.
The little boy's entire body was covered in brown mud. His black hair was a tangled mess, while joy shimmered in his clear black-and-white eyes. His steps were unsteady, as though he could not properly wield that hard stone sword, but his heart was steady.
There was no fear in the little boy's eyes, nor any other emotion. There was only joy.
Only old men who had grasped insight into all things should have worn such an expression, with such a smile in their eyes.
Gu Xu frowned slightly. With a movement of his Sacred Sense, he remembered that before advancing to Demon Emperor, he had possessed an extremely violent temper and often slaughtered innocents indiscriminately. Whether Human Race or Demon Barbarian, all could fall beneath his claws.
Gu Xu lifted his chin slightly, pride appearing on his face. He had killed far too many people—so many that even his powerful memory had nearly forgotten this child. Fortunately, he had now attained Saint Enfeoffment, and with his powerful Sacred Sense, he remembered the child.
In his memories, this child had existed only at the edge of his vision.
When Gu Xu had been a Great Demon King, he had come upon a Human Prison Valley. With his blood and