The dark Taoist robe invaded the void, as if night had descended, boundless and endless.
Ye Shen lowered his head, the blade formed by the darkness had pierced through his heart—an eerie, icy breath entwined with a sensation he recognized.
This feeling had been absent ever since that man fell, for many years.
"Zhou... Xuan..."
Ye Shen muttered softly, the light in his eyes gradually dissipating.
He hailed from a distinguished family; the Imperial Spirit Palace's Ye lineage was illustrious.
Back then, when he rose to fame at a young age and joined the Primordial King Ceremony wearing the halo of the strongest genius, he was supposed to astonish all under heaven and be universally known. However, it was there that he encountered the archenemy of his life.
Zhou Xuan, a man who had been like a mountain in his path his entire life.
Even with the title of "Ye Shen," he was still unable to surpass him.
"I thought with you dead... I could free myself... from my heart demon..."
