After the No Sword Sect was founded, No Sword had done far too many things against his conscience.
It could be said that, in order to break the seal on the Blood Space under that monster's orders, he had lived in torment every day.
His conscience had not entirely died. He often remembered the purpose he had held when he first began cultivating.
After all these years, he had repaid the kindness of that monster helping him avenge the destruction of his sect.
Now, he was tired. He no longer wanted to continue like this.
Especially Jiang Dianfeng's words—"Good and evil would ultimately be repaid"—had only strengthened the resolve in his heart.
The wind drifted past, pulling his thoughts back from centuries of sorrow.
In the distant sky, Black Mist began to gather.
No Sword looked toward the Black Mist, and the sword sheath on his back began trembling once more.
"I knew you human ants could not be trusted,"
A voice rang out from within the Black Mist, blazing with fury.
"Those not of my race must have hearts that differ."
In the blink of an eye, the Black Mist had stained half the horizon.
Everyone stared solemnly into the Black Mist.
The sun was blocked by the Black Mist, and the entire world seemed to darken.
The clouds churned within the Black Mist as a figure slowly emerged, using both hands to part the fog.
He wore an enormous black robe that completely shrouded him.
As the black-robed figure slowly emerged, he tore away his outer robe.
Standing upon the void, he finally revealed his face to everyone.
This was a crimson-purple monster. Every muscle across its body was sharply defined.
Its eyes were wide open, its pupils blood-red.
Overall, its appearance resembled that of a human,