Ominous crimson-black currents were flowing throughout a pitch-black, rugged island. Just one glance would make a person's soul tremble.0

This was Soul Flame Island, located in the West Sea.0

Originally, it was a place that the West Sea Diabolical Forces used solely to refine souls. It had always been under the control of Immortal Yuan Lu, and he had forbidden outsiders from setting foot on its grounds. Nevertheless, his rule was no longer of any consequence.0

The Imperial Supervisory Bureau had subdued Immortal Yuan Lu but officially declared him dead. The allied forces of the immortal sects set out to purge the West Sea of the diabolical cultivators, but the diabolical forces there stood no chance without their combat powerhouse. Their collapse was immediate, and they scattered like monkeys from a falling tree.1

The orthodox diabolical disciples of the West Sea Diabolical Forces lost the land that their sects had occupied for thousands of years. Many fled or were killed. Those who survived were forced into hiding, becoming no different from the members of the infamous Dark King Sect that had to constantly live in hiding.5

As a result, Soul Flame Island had become eerily quiet.0

There was a woman on the island. She had smooth, glowing skin and was dressed in a flowing sky-blue muslin dress. She appeared to be walking, but a closer look would reveal that her feet never touched the ground. The woman hovered a few...0