"How very interesting!"
"To think that Master Xuan Yu, the peerless prodigy of the Xiangshan Sect who was once so famous and utterly despised the Demon Dao, would one day tread the path of a Ghost Cultivator... The world truly works in mysterious ways!"
Shen Chong gazed at the Dark Abyss before him, his voice low and spectral.
There was something particularly strange about him at this moment.
Although his voice sounded young,
his words carried the aged and steady cadence of an old man.
The jarring conflict
was like an old man in his twilight years reborn into the body of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old.
Meanwhile,
from his body,
a vast and boundless aura emanated wantonly.
His black robes fluttered without a wind,
and ripples of power, strong enough to make the very void tremble, began to spread outward.
"Demon Dao? Heh…"
"Was I not driven to this state by the so-called Righteous Dao?"
