Where Is Your Sect? The cry of a sword rang through heaven and earth.
Near Three Absolutes City, countless sword cultivators looked up at the Purple Cloud Mountain Range. Sensing the vast sword intent flowing above the firmament, they only felt how tiny they were.
"Th-this, this..."
"Could Three Absolutes Sect have another mighty sword expert holding down the fort besides that Great Sage?"
"No. Demonic qi is covering heaven and earth. That is a demon sword."
The cultivators near the mountain range lifted their heads and stared upward, and discussion instantly broke out on all sides.
On a mountain peak, a soft-featured man draped in an ink-black robe rose to his feet. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood atop the summit and gazed at that demon sword from afar, a trace of greed flashing through his eyes.
"What powerful demonic qi. This sword..."
Demonheart Young Master pondered inwardly, and much of the greed in his eyes faded.
A demon sword was good, but behind such a supreme treasure, there had to be an owner. It was not something he could covet.
Immediately after, Demonheart Young Master's gaze fell on the distant summit wreathed in purple clouds, his expression turning infatuated. "Yaoguang, we meet again."
He had come near Three Absolutes Sect in pursuit of Fairy Yaoguang's figure.
As a core disciple of a great demonic sect, Demonheart Young Master had another identity as well: dark being blood flowed through his ancestors' line, granting his clan incomparable accomplishments in the demonic path.
Yet it was precisely such a ruthless man who, during a grand competition of ten thousand sects, had encountered Fairy Yaoguang and become deeply obsessed with her.
From then on, Demonheart Young Master had been constantly trying every possible way to pursue Fairy Yaoguang.
As a disciple