The setting sun was no longer visible. It had made its departure for this specific day. The red glow went with it.4

And yet, the color of blood radiated off Xu Qing as the night took over. Crimson stained the sky. There was a vortex of fresh blood around Xu Qing, plus his soul threads, all of which emanated a sensation of slaughter. As he stood there, he seemed like a devilish god who represented blood and death, just waiting for a sacrificial offering to arrive. In the silence, the sacrificial offering didn’t fail to live up to the slaughter that had preceded it. It arrived just on time.1

A middle-aged cultivator appeared. He wasn’t a Firemoon Darkheaven, but rather... was a Whitemarsh!0

As he emerged from the city, his footfalls caused ripples to spread out around him like black lotuses. He pulsed with the fluctuations of fourth-stage Void Returning, and gave off a sensation of power that surpassed that of Crown Prince Brightsouth. Meanwhile, he pulsed with a very strong baleful aura. That baleful aura didn’t seem to come from pure slaughter. Rather, it was left behind after participation in many wars. It was very reminiscent of the veteran cultivators from back in Sea-Sealing County. The third eye on his head was only half-open, and it contained cold apathy and bright self-confidence.0

This person was not a chosen cultivator. Instead, he had been recruited. He had been called from the...13