“Kid, remember this. From today on, your name is Lin Yu, and you are also... the Heir of the Spirit Devourer.”
At the bottom of the cliff, in the deep pool, golden light enveloped Lin Yu’s body. The shattered jade pendant at his chest hovered above the water, ancient secret markings flowing between its fragments as they slowly merged into him. The fingernails on his twisted right arm were gradually turning black, and a faint wisp of gray mist curled around his fingertips, as though it could devour every trace of light nearby.
The laughter from Blackwind City still drifted on the breeze. The Lin clan was raising their cups to celebrate getting rid of a “good-for-nothing,” while Su Meier tried on her newly made wedding dress beneath the lamplight. They had no idea that beneath Blackwind Cliff, a legend powerful enough to overturn the entire martial world was quietly opening its eyes amid bloodshed and shattered jade.
Those eyes held none of the patience and timidity of the past. All that remained was a cold flame, and a hint of the haughty disdain for the world that belonged to the ancient Spirit Devouring King.
