Within the Rahula Ancestral Land.
The Demonic Dao was in chaos. Its lineages fought one another, and the sounds of slaughter could be heard everywhere.
Somewhere.
The Chi You Lineage and the Netherworld Lineage slaughtered one another, leaving devastation strewn across the ground.
A surviving Demonic Cultivator looked at the scene before him, his face filled with bewilderment.
Why had he fought the cultivators of the Netherworld Lineage?
At first, it had been for revenge, though he did not even know whom he was avenging. He had not been acquainted with those dead Netherworld cultivators.
But as the killing went on, the reason no longer mattered.
When he saw others joining the slaughter, he joined them, as though some magical power were driving him.
"What... have we all done?"
Looking at the corpses covering the ground, the Demonic Cultivator felt only a sense of absurdity.
Just then.
In the distance, a white-clad figure suddenly walked over. A layer of spiritual light veiled his face, obscuring his features, but his bearing possessed an extraordinary, otherworldly air.
Standing on that corpse-strewn battlefield, he evoked a lotus rising from the mud unstained.
How could the Demonic Dao have a cultivator with such an air?
The Demonic Cultivator wondered in confusion.
He had seen most of the cultivators from the Ten Demonic Dao Sects, but not one possessed the bearing of the man before him. Such a bearing should not have belonged to a Demonic Cultivator.
"You are..."
He still wanted to ask something.
But suddenly, a streak of sword qi expanded in his vision until it enveloped his entire world.
Bang!
A cloud of bloody mist blossomed.
The Demonic Cultivator could no longer finish his words.
Chu Kuangren withdrew the sword qi at his fingertips. Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground,