Back then in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the situation was dire, and Mo Hua didn't have time to think much about it.
Now, carefully reflecting on it, he felt there was something deeply wrong here.
A so-called "Sword Demon"—even if, in his eyes, is nothing more than an ant, an evil spirit that could be crushed at will—in a sense, that path leads from the Human Dao to the Path of the Ghostly, avoiding true annihilation of body and soul.
If everyone could choose that, then countless cultivators would be willing to turn into Sword Demons after death.
But obviously, nothing so good exists in this world.
Most cultivators, after dying, simply become nothing and disappear forever.
This Sword Bone, there's something wrong with it...
Within the White Bone Sword's snapped blade, the Sword Bone itself even seemed to tremble a bit.
To serve a lord is like keeping company with a tiger.
Especially when that tiger isn't only powerful and ferocious but also as cunning as a monster.
