Deep into the night, in the ancient, green stone city...

Since the outsiders had left the Ghost Sect, long-lost peace was stored to the city. Disciples of the Ghost Sect who were lucky enough to have survived the calamity were either weeping over their loved ones’ deaths or cultivating wholeheartedly, preparing themselves for the challenges that were to come.

The sectmasters of the Hell Sect, the Ghost Sect, and the Blood Sect, along with their sect elders, were discussing their plans to deal with the pressure that might come from the other eight realms.

Nie Tian, on the other hand, was resting in a residence arranged for him by Zou Yi in the southwest part of the city.

The enormous Bone Blood Demon was placed in the middle of his courtyard, exposed under silver moonlight.

Nie Tian was sitting cross-legged in his room, the door to which was left open. He held an unfurled scroll in his hands, which carried an incantation that Li Jing had instructed him to memorize by heart.

Written on the scroll were...