The devil in the past life, the saint in this life. Let "merit" solve problems that killing can't solve.
The biting wind blew through Ling Yan's soul like billions of bone-picking knives.
He stood at the end of the vast demonic abyss, with the chaotic void beneath his feet that was churning endlessly and swallowing countless immortals and demons. His "Nine Nether Demon Armor" that once made the three worlds tremble has now been shattered inch by inch, just like his broken emperor soul.
Behind him are his former close friends, Taoist companions, and disciples... At this moment, they only have greed, fear, and determination in their eyes.
