Not to brag but even with his pathetic talent and weak foundation in his past life, Cale had somehow reached Apex Stage through sheer desperation and questionable methods.
Be it Demonic cultivation, Murder, Beast blood rituals, Human sacrifices. He'd even stolen a thousand-year-old ginseng from the demonic sect itself before disappearing to hide elsewhere.
The memory that haunted him most, however, concerned that Transcendent Stage cultivator's casual sword sweep. It wasn't even energy-infused.
Just a passing gesture. But the sword intent woven through it was insane, it was a passive buff so strong it required no activation.
His thoughts drifted to his master.
Xanthos Solarion. The most talented cultivator and man the he had ever seen. Once the sole disciple of the Sword Saint himself, before being captured and brought into damnation. He could have escaped easily with his knowledge and experience spanning thousands of years, but he never attempted it.
