Who in the entire cultivation world doesn't know that the sect once had two exceptionally gifted young disciples?
We were once together from dawn to dusk, exploring secret realms and overcoming tribulations side by side. We thought the road to immortality was long, but we'd travel it together.
But fate had other plans. The Heavenly Dao tore us apart by force.
I stood in the light, acclaimed by the righteous factions, and climbed step by step toward the peak of the immortal path.
He sank into darkness, commanding countless demons and becoming a great fiend whom everyone sought to kill.
An uncrossable gulf of mountains and seas lies between righteousness and evil.
Our past affection seems so fragile beside our commitment to the Great Dao.
Whenever we meet on the battlefield, we fight to the death.
The blade cuts flesh, but what aches is the memory of days gone by.
Everyone urges me to destroy the demon and obey the Heavenly Dao's decree.
But only I know in my heart that the man across from me, wreathed in demonic energy, was once the friend with whom I entrusted my life.
Fate decrees that we must be mortal enemies.
Was this hatred, this fight to the death, truly destined from the very beginning?
