The Young Swordsman Being Hunted

Recently, the North Nether had been swept by rising winds and scudding clouds. Demon Generals could be seen patrolling everywhere, and a Murderous Aura permeated the four fields.

Though the North Nether was a paradise for demon beasts, there were still certain Blessed Lands where traces of Human Race forces existed.

The most famous among them was naturally the Thousand-Whirlpool Maze Domain.

This place was not a single island, but an island chain linked by countless whirlpools. Its terrain changed daily, with undercurrents surging, reefs shifting unseen, a vast natural labyrinth.

Ordinary sea beasts found it hard to approach and often took detours; even deep-sea overlords basically would not come to these waters, since there was no food here.

As time passed, this place became a gathering ground for the Human Race.

Heavenly Pivot Island, the first main island of the Thousand-Whirlpool Maze Domain.

Its name was taken from the Big Dipper, its directional sequence secretly matching the stars, and so it was named.

The long coastline was covered in ice and snow all year round, wrapped in silver and white. Ancient trees flourished there, beautiful as ink-wash mountains and rivers beneath a painter's brush.

A Spirit Boat sailed in from the distant sea, breaking through the ice under the guidance of a lighthouse and slowly docking, startling countless seabirds into beating their wings and soaring away.

Before long, heads crowded aboard the boat. Breathing out white mist, the passengers stepped onto the pier one after another.

Amid the vast tide of people, a small team of four quietly came ashore. Their outfits were all different, their temperaments unique, utterly out of place among the surrounding crowd, drawing many curious gazes.

An old man wrapped in heavy furs, his body hunched, led a little girl as delicate as if