Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The sandstorms in the far west have stopped.

The jet-black, three-pointed, double-edged sword was stuck in the sand dune, and within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) around the blade, even the wind and sand would detour.

Bai Yin sat cross-legged beside the knife, shirtless.

The scars on his body had scabbed over and fallen off, and the newly grown skin and flesh had a bronze color, like refined iron that had been forged through countless hammer blows.

The old Taoist priest sat on a pile of bones to the side, holding a gourd of wine that could never be finished.

He looked at Bai Yin with a complicated expression.

Nine years.

The old Taoist priest spoke first.

"Nine years have passed in the mortal world since the day you formally became my disciple."

Bai Yin opened his eyes.

The anxiety and madness of yesteryear were gone from those eyes; only a bottomless stillness remained.

It's like a dry well.

"Is it nine?" Bai Yin muttered to himself.

He raised his hand and looked at the somewhat blurred cinnabar mark on his palm.

That was left to him by Xiao Jiu.

For the past ten years, he has spent every day in killing.

Kill sandworms, kill monsters, kill inner demons.

Every time he swung his knife, he would glance at the mark on his palm.

Only in this way could he be sure that he was still alive, and that the little fox waiting for him in the Moon Palace was still alive.

"Your current level of understanding is very strange."

The old Taoist priest took a swig of wine, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"In terms of cultivation, you've only just stepped one foot into the Cave Profound Realm."

"But in terms of lethality..."

The old Taoist priest paused, his gaze falling on the black knife beside Bai Yin.

"You cultivate the Geng Metal Killing Path, which is the path of proving your path through killing."

"Plus your madman-like nature."

"If you go all out, even a half-saint would perish under your blade."

Bai Yin remained silent.

He had no concept of realm.

All he knows is that he is much stronger now than he was ten years ago.

She was strong enough to grip the knife tightly and cut the chains that bound her.

"noob."

The old Taoist priest suddenly changed his title.

This was the first time he had called Bai Yin that.

Do you know why I took you as my apprentice?

Bai Yin shook his head.

"Because you are the one destined for this calamity."

The old Taoist priest stood up and patted the dust off his backside.

He looked at the dim, yellow sky in the distance, his tone becoming somewhat unfocused.

"The fate of the demon race has been severed."

"That fool, Indra, thought he could make up for it with the blood of a nine-tailed celestial fox."

"But what he didn't know was that the real hole was filled with lives."

The old Taoist turned around and stared intently at Bai Yin.

"I'll teach you skills and bring you to this hellish place."

"It's not so you can go and save some mistress."

"I intend to train you to become the next Demon Emperor."

"I'm going to make you bear the burden of this collapsing demon race's destiny, and make you fill that hole."

"I might even kill you."

The wind and sand whipped up the old Taoist's clothes, making them flutter loudly.

He looked at Bai Yin, waiting for his apprentice's reaction.

anger?

Resentful?

Or is it hysteria after being used?

nothing.

Bai Yin simply sat there quietly, without even lifting his eyelids.

He reached out and pulled out the black knife beside him.

The blade trembled and emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

"Are you done talking?"

Bai Yin stood up and slung the knife over his shoulder.

The old Taoist priest was taken aback for a moment.

"You don't hate me?"

"hatred?"

Bai Yin tilted his head, seemingly pondering the meaning of the word.

After a long while, he finally managed a forced smile.

That was a very unpleasant smile.

"Master."

"I am just a tiger."

"I don't understand anything about luck, nor do I understand anything about a demon emperor."

"All I know is that ten years ago, I couldn't even get through that door; I could only watch helplessly as she was taken away."

Bai Yin raised his head and looked towards the eastern sky.

There are nine heavenly palaces there, and the deep palace of the Moon.

"You gave me this knife."

"You gave me the right to stand in front of those people and speak."

That's enough.

Bai Yin turned around and knelt heavily before the old Taoist priest.

His knee slammed into the sand with a dull thud.

"Whatever your reason."

"As long as I can save Xiao Jiu, I'd do anything to fill that hole, even if it means my soul is scattered."

"I agree."

Bai Yin kowtowed three times.

Each of them was hit hard, and blood seeped from their foreheads.

"Master, take care."

After saying that, he stood up and never looked back.

His figure transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

That is the true form of the Geng Metal White Tiger.

With unwavering determination, it tore through the endless yellow sands of the far west.

The old Taoist priest stood there, watching the streak of light disappear into the horizon.

He raised the gourd of wine to his lips, but forgot to drink it.

Much later.

He gave a wry smile and poured the wine from the gourd onto the sand.

"Foolish child."

"What an idiot..."

……

Nine Heavens.

This is the sacred land of the demon race, the pinnacle of power.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a majestic gate appears and disappears.

South Heaven Gate.

Normally, only patrolling demon soldiers and passing cranes can be found here.

Quiet, peaceful, yet exuding an air of superior authority.

But today, that tranquility has been shattered.

boom!

A black blade of light slashed down from the lower realm without warning.

The blade's light stretched for thousands of feet, carrying a murderous aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

The "South Heavenly Gate" plaque, which has hung for tens of thousands of years and symbolizes the face of the demon court.

Under this single blow, it instantly shattered into dust.

The debris flew everywhere, like a golden rain.

"Enemy attack!"

"Someone has broken into the Heavenly Gate!"

The demon general guarding the gate roared in terror.

The alarm bell tolls continuously, resounding throughout the heavens.

Countless demon soldiers clad in golden armor surged out of the clouds like a golden tide, instantly sealing off the entire South Heavenly Gate.

"What kind of demon dares to trespass into the demon court!"

A commander clad in silver armor, wielding a long spear, demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

The clouds and mist dissipated.

A figure slowly walked out.

Bai Yin carried the three-pointed, double-edged sword, his bare upper body covered with hideous demonic patterns.

A head of white hair danced wildly in the wind.

He looked at the densely packed demon soldiers before him, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

There was only a chilling indifference.

"roll."

Bai Yin only said one word.

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

"presumptuous!"

The silver-armored commander was furious and swung his spear.

"Take it down!"

Hundreds of demon soldiers charged forward in unison.

The light from various magical artifacts intertwined, illuminating the entire sky with a dazzling array of colors.

Bai Yin made a move.

He didn't use any fancy moves.

It was just a simple swing of the knife.

Sweep.

The black blade energy, like the scythe of death, instantly sliced ​​through the sky full of magical treasure light.

puff!puff!puff!

The dozens of demon soldiers at the forefront were cut in half before they could even scream.

Blood stained the white clouds.

Bai Yin's figure weaved through the crowd.

Every swing of the sword brings forth a storm of blood and carnage.

He was like a tiger that had stormed into a flock of sheep.

No one could withstand his blade.

No one could keep up with his speed.

In just a short while.

The area in front of the South Heavenly Gate was already littered with corpses.

The remaining demon soldiers retreated in terror, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

This is not human.

This is clearly a demon that crawled out of hell.

Bai Yin did not pursue them.

He trudged through the blood-soaked ground, step by step, toward the magnificent Lingxiao Palace.

With each step he took, his aura increased.

Thunderclouds began to gather in the sky.

Purple lightning streaked through the clouds, as if even the heavens were enraged.

Bai Yin stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head and looked at the lofty palace.

Looking at the place that once made him feel despair.

He took a deep breath.

This is a record of ten years of longing, ten years of pain, and ten years of madness.

Everything was concentrated in this roar.

"The Demon King of Yunmeng Marsh, True Lord Baiyin!"

"Knocking on the door!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, penetrating through layers of palaces and reaching deep into the Lingxiao Palace.

"Indra!"

"Give her back to me!"

Boom!

A thick bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating Bai Yin's blood-stained face.

In those eyes.

It burned with flames powerful enough to incinerate the nine heavens.