Dawn hovered on the edge of breaking, a sliver of fish-belly white appearing in the east.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Poisons Marsh, Chen Ming did not head straight for the capital of the Wangshui Kingdom. Instead, he changed direction midway. Hovering in the air, he took a detailed map of the Wangshui Kingdom from inside his robes. His gaze swept across it before settling on a mark in its northwestern corner.
The Soul-Destroying Sect.
It was one of the Wangshui Kingdom's three great Demon Sects, as renowned as the Ten Thousand Monsters Sect and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Unlike the other two, however, the Soul-Destroying Sect had an even more sinister and terrifying reputation. Its members specialized in the arts of the soul, excelling at imprisoning cultivators' souls and refining ghostly magical artifacts. Every disciple was pale-faced and skeletal, moving like a phantom. Rumor held that the sect's supreme cultivation technique, the Soul-Destroying True Scripture, allowed practitioners who mastered it to directly devour others' primordial spirits to strengthen themselves. It was vicious beyond measure.
The Soul-Destroying Sect's headquarters stood on Gloomwind Ridge in the northwest of the Wangshui Kingdom, a desolate mountain range shrouded in sinister winds all year round. Not a blade of grass grew there, and no birds or beasts remained. Any ordinary person who came within ten li would have their mind corroded by the baleful energy in those winds. At best, they would fall gravely ill; at worst, they would die outright. Even cultivators with insufficient cultivation would never dare set foot in that region lightly.
Chen Ming put away the map, a cold smile curling his lips.
"The three great Demon Sects-not one will remain. Since I said I would clean house, I'll see it through."
He adjusted his course and streaked toward