High above the Western Regions, over a thousand flying ark warships, carrying a total of fifty thousand Demon Sect Cultivators, soared in a single direction.
Inside the central flying ark, a man clutched a blood-red pearl, using his own Blood Evil Qi to suppress whatever was inside.
This pearl was an ancestral treasure of the Wandao Sect. Sealed within it were the souls of several hundred Upper Three Realms Cultivators, including the Sect Leaders of the Nine Great Demon Sects.
But an hour later, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the long blade, Dyed Ink, which lay on the table.
Something was wrong with Dyed Ink. It was trembling nonstop, wreathed in thick black smoke.
A strange sensation also began to spread through Xiao Mo's heart, as if something were trying to establish a connection with him.
In less than three breaths' time, the black smoke emanating from Dyed Ink coalesced, finally forming a petite, human-like figure.
