"A thousand years of inheritance, the mysteries of Spirit Shamanism... who knew how much would remain after today?"
Yan Wugui descended from the heavens. He had personally delivered that killing blow just now, yet his face now bore a deep compassion for all under heaven, making Su Che find him somewhat unfamiliar.
"The survival of the fittest is the law of nature. For the Myriad Spirits Sect to suffer this calamity today, something must have gone wrong in their cultivation. If they had a Grand Shaman of Earth Immortal rank holding the fort, it would be our heads hanging from their mountain gate as a warning."
Su Che answered simply, "Bai Ningzhi truly was not within this mountain gate, just as Xue Qingluo predicted."
"Her?"
Yan Wugui turned to look toward the layer of pitch-black canopy hanging over the sky. The Subtle Nether Demon Domain had unfolded, as though it had truly swallowed the heavens whole.
"On the path of cultivation, there is no such thing as high or low, right or wrong. Everyone is different. Thus, every additional path gives us another example to draw upon. If the Witch Sect perishes because of you and me, it will not merely be the Witch Sect's loss. We will also have failed the cultivators of this world."
At this moment, Yan Wugui did not resemble a ruthless Devil Sect cultivator at all. He was more like a meticulous scholar. Looking at the shattered bricks and broken tiles around him, he let out a quiet sigh.
Not far away, a bloated Yin Demon was stuffing a young Myriad Spirits Sect disciple into its belly. Its broad stomach seemed to be made of water; with a gentle roll, it sucked the man inside.
Yan Wugui merely glanced at it, and the Yin Demon