Standing on the ancient streets amidst a city where only he and the round-faced girl remained alive, Wang Xuan found himself surrounded by the lifeless bodies of demons and descendants of immortals, all hanging from buildings with their eyes wide open and tongues sticking out—a truly undignified end. He chose not to venture out immediately, aware of the numerous foes lurking nearby, some seated atop hills, others standing in dense forests, all quietly awaiting his emergence. 0

Clearly, his identity had been betrayed by his protection under the God-Slaying Banner at the plaza's fire pit.0

"Daoist Wang Xuan, I feel a deep connection with you upon our first meeting. Please, come out for a talk," Qi Liandao called out again, his tone gentle.0

"And you are?" Wang Xuan inquired, eyeing him suspiciously. Could this person possess some strange artifact? He speculated, especially since the God-Slaying Banner had reacted so peculiarly just moments ago.0

"My name is Qi Liandao. Our meeting is fated, destined to be immortalized in the annals of cultivation history," the demon sovereign's son replied with a smile, his identity among the most sensational present. His lineage was astonishing; his father stood...0