"No...!" Soul Martial Ancestor shrieked in terror, but before he could finish, the Xuanyuan Sword pierced through his body. Blood poured out like a waterfall, staining the Heavenly Universe red.
Lowering his head to the ceaseless flow of blood from his wound, the radiant light in his eyes gradually dimmed, fading away like the last glimmer of a fire on a bitter winter's night.
Suddenly, his dulled gaze filled with intense hatred.
On the brink of life and death, his manipulated memories vanished, restoring his true self. The inhuman torment he had endured in the grand hall that day flooded back, vivid and clear.
"I've been a fool my entire life!" Soul Martial Ancestor mocked himself.
Everyone knew him as the Saint Heir of the Eternal Temple, a position of nobility and an object of countless envy.
However, only he knew the desolation behind it all. Possessing the 'Divine Body of Voidness Dao,' he was nothing more than a pawn, destined for death.
