The world darkens suddenly as autumn descends upon the mountains and rivers.
After the White Dew festival, the summer heat lingers only as an aftertaste, and the sound of cicadas on the large phoenix trees in Yujing has lost its usual vigor.
It was 9 PM, at 381 Bright Road, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
A piercing noise like a sonic boom emanated from the courtyard plaza, shattering the night's silence.
"Senior Brother Sui…" Zhan Xinyue's urgent shout followed closely.
Under the faint moonlight, fierce winds howled like blades beneath Sui Chunsheng's feet, leaving deep cracks across the cement ground.
He panted heavily, sweat like beans dripping from his forehead, staining his tattered clothing with a bright red, as blood dripped from his fingertips.
"Three Yin Demon Slayer! You actually obtained the true legacy!?"
