The sky suddenly darkened.
Thick, oppressive blood mist, entwined with demonic energy, surged in from all directions. The ghosts and demons in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Cave let out piercing screams and howls, echoing between heaven and earth, and there was even a faint sense of excitement as they welcomed their master out of seclusion.
The faces of the disciples turned noticeably pale.
Large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. Their eyes were fixed on the surging blood-red mist and black clouds in the sky, revealing extreme terror. Their faces were deathly pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
With a clang, they lost their strength and could no longer hold their weapons, which fell to the ground.
Tong Su looked up in surprise, heading towards the direction from which the sound came.
The figure gradually appeared amidst the thick demonic mist, indistinct and unclear, until he raised his hand, at which point the blood mist and black clouds seemed to obey a command and quickly retreated.
Everyone was stunned.
The man walked slowly through the air, his black clothes as dark as ink, embroidered with large patches of blood-red flame patterns.
Her black hair was blown loose by the wind, her jade-like face was as bright as the moon, her dark eyes shone with a cold light, and a fiery pattern between her brows was bold and sharp, extending all the way to her forehead.
The Crimson Nether Sword, with its crimson blade and white edge, hovered silently beside him, its slender blade spitting out bright flames, as if the temperature of the world had suddenly increased as a result.
Tong Su subconsciously looked up and met those cold, deep, narrow eyes. She suddenly felt as if she were being burned in volcanic lava!
The man's face was as white as snow, his features exquisite as if sculpted by a master craftsman. His eyes were long and narrow with a cool glaze, his thick eyelashes cast dark shadows, and his thin lips were pale red.
On his right ear was a blood amber pendant inlaid with moon silver, and the blazing fire pattern between his brows was long and intense, like a raging inferno that would burn a person to ashes.
Neither immortal nor demon, handsome yet dangerous, possessing an ultimate allure that makes one willingly succumb to the ecstasy of death while struggling on the edge of it.
Tian Xuanzi.
Jingyang Immortal Lord, once a peak Mahayana cultivator, a peerless genius, and the foremost figure in the righteous path.
Now, the fallen immortal has become a demon, unrivaled in the world, and is the Crimson Nether Demon Lord who has unified the Ghost and Demon Realms!
He walked on the wind, slowly descending to the ground. Behind his tall figure was a surging mist of blood. He looked up at Tong Su and gently raised his hand.
"A-Tong, come here."
A gentle breeze rose around Tongsu, carrying her toward the man, while the swirling snow on the ground seemed to support her as she moved forward.
The demonic energy seemed unable to harm her in the slightest. She simply lifted her foot, and in a moment, she appeared in front of him.
"A-Tong, there's something you didn't do well."
The disciples' faces lit up with joy.
Tian Xuanzi said softly, "They all want to kill you, you can kill them first."
Before the joy on the disciples' faces could fully bloom, it was instantly replaced by ashen faces.
"A-Tong...A-Tong has no cultivation left, A-Tong can't do it." Tong Su's voice was soft with tension.
She didn't know what her expression looked like, but her heart was clenched in fear, and she dared not beat too hard.
But at the same time, she had a strange intuition—that such a dangerous Tian Xuanzi would never harm her!
Tian Xuanzi ignored the group of disciples prostrate on the ground. In his eyes, the world was so small that there was only her. His expression was gentle, and he said with a smile, "You have regained your senses? That's great."
With a flick of his finger, a string of crystal-clear candied hawthorns appeared in his hand.
However, the candied hawthorns were not made of hawthorn berries, but rather of longan-sized beads that clearly contained terrifying energy. The beads had flowing, lifelike patterns on them, and the bamboo skewers that strung the beads were also a strange bluish-purple color, with faint electric current flickering through them.
Tian Xuanzi slowly took her hand, placed the end of the bamboo skewer in her palm, looked at her quietly with his dark eyes, and spoke softly.
"It's my fault, senior brother. It took so long to give you the candied hawthorns that A-Tong wanted. I looked around, but there were no hawthorns here, only these few demon beast cores. They're bright red and pretty. How about I give them to you?"
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