Once upon a time, there was a celestial mountain that rose into the clouds, wreathed in mist. On it stood a sect of cultivators, and beneath the sect was a little sword cultivator who practiced every day. One day, the little sword cultivator went out and found an adorable white kitty. From then on, he and the little white kitty lived a warm, affectionate, happy country life (or so it seemed).
He was the eldest legitimate son of the Jiang family, a clan of cultivators. He left home with his sword on his back, all to become a disciple of the renowned Jiuxuan Sect and pursue a higher realm.
One moment seeking the Dao, the next falling into demonic cultivation.
Years later, the little sword cultivator, now the cold and ruthless Lord of the Demonic Path, stood amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He reached out tenderly to the bloodied young man in white, who stood with sword in hand and confusion in his eyes. "Maomao, let's go home."
In an instant, the young man turned into a little white kitty and pounced on him, fur standing on end. It left a faint bite mark on his wrist and said, "Meow."
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Is the author still there? I want to see the follow-up. Please update.
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