Ye Wucheng had already gotten to his feet, but his eyes were vacant. He had the distinct look of a man who was physically alive but spiritually dead.
In fact, if there were a subtle way to die right now, one that wouldn't attract anyone's attention, he would have taken it without a second thought.
He was even starting to look back on his life...
As the older brother of the Northern Domain Sword God, Ye Wufeng, he had always been overshadowed by his younger brother.
The proudest moment of his life had been the founding of the Blood Demon Palace. At his call, countless followers rallied.
In everyone's eyes, Ye Wufeng was gone. There was only Ye Wucheng—the Blood Demon Ancestor!
After so many years, he had returned to the Eastern Domain, hoping to carve out a new future for himself...
'But what the hell have I run into?'
'Everything was going according to plan at first, so how did it all go so wrong?'
