Yun Che, once a prodigy of the immortal sects, had lost all his cultivation and been abandoned in a mass grave to die. As he hovered on the brink of death, he heard two demons talking:
“Protector, those hypocrites of the righteous path are hunting you down. We can’t stay here!”
“What’s there to fear? In this desolate wilderness, there’s nothing but bones, and...”
Suddenly, the dreaded demonic protector dropped to his knees, his voice trembling. “Young Lord! At last, I’ve found you!”
Yun Che looked around in confusion. There was no one behind him.
The demon carefully lifted his crippled hand, nearly incoherent with excitement. “The blood flowing through your veins is the Netherflame, the unique bloodline of my demon clan’s supreme lineage!”
“And the previous Demon Lord, your birth father, left a message before he was sealed three thousand years ago...”
“He said, ‘My son is the seed of the immortal sects that I personally destroyed!’”
