The Vermilion Bird Spirit Vein had even been used as the formation eye to lay out a barrier and suppress these demons and monsters.
No one had cared when the Vermilion Bird hovered on the brink of death during the great war. To revive the Phoenix Egg, it, a bearer of the Vermilion Bird Bloodline, had nearly been sacrificed entirely by the Heavenly Dao. Worse still, ninety-nine percent of the monster clan that shared its bloodline had died in the war, bringing them to the very edge of extinction.
All of this had given the Vermilion Bird the illusion that its very existence was destined for sacrifice and abandonment.
Su Jiu could not help trying to fathom the Vermilion Bird's thoughts. If it had been an ordinary cultivator, it would probably have succumbed to demonic madness long ago.
No, it had already succumbed to demonic madness.
And that madness was probably precisely what the Gray-Clothed Man had exploited.
At this point, the Gray-Clothed Man's intentions were no longer difficult to guess. What intrigued Su Jiu more was just who he was, to have persisted in laying his plans for ten thousand years.
Was he a heretical cultivator or a demonic cultivator?
Su Jiu recalled the clues she had gathered during the ten years she had spent inside Swallowing Heaven after accidentally falling into him thirty years ago. Whichever way she looked at them, they seemed to point more toward a heretical cultivator. Yet heretical cultivators cultivated yin resentful qi, while what filled this place was demonic qi...
Even back then, Su Jiu had sensed that she might encounter the Gray-Clothed Man someday, but she had never expected that day to come so soon.
She had experienced many strange things along her journey, but when she thought back carefully, his shadow