Clad in a flowing black robe that hung from his broad shoulders like a cloak of shadows, the young man appeared regal and commanding, perched atop his throne of bones like a sovereign lord presiding over his subjects.
But there was a darker undercurrent to his presence, one that hinted at a far more ominous power lurking beneath the surface. The aura of death that radiated from him was palpable, suffusing the air around him with a sense of dread and unease.
He chuckled softly to himself before rising from his throne, his eyes fixed upon Xin Wei with a keen and penetrating gaze.
There was a curious glint in his eyes, a sense of mischief and cunning that spoke to a mind both sharp and unorthodox. He seed to be studying Xin Wei with a sly, almost amused expression, as if he were privy to so secret knowledge that eluded even the most astute observers.
And yet, there was sothing else there too, sothing darker and more unsettling. Madness lurked in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of derangent that hinted at a mind pushed to the brink of sanity.
Xin Wei could only watch in silence as the young man approached, his every step brimming with a raw and potent energy that sent shivers down his spine. He knew that he was in the presence of a being unlike any he had ever encountered before.
As Xin Wei gazed upon the young man standing before him, his heart raced with excitent and trepidation. The man's presence alone was enough to set his cultivation base on fire, stirring a resonance within him.
"I am Bai Gu Jing, the White Devil," said the man, his voice like the soothing tinkling of a bell. "And you, young friend, I see that you are cultivating the magic of my league. Tell , whose magic are you cultivating?"
Xin Wei felt his nerves tighten as he regarded the man before him. Although his voice was calming, it only made him more cautious, raising his guard against the potential danger that lay ahead.
With a deep breath, Xin Wei clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully before replying. "Sir, I am cultivating the Immortal Devil Sect's magic."
Xin Wei's expression remained steadfast, not a trace of fear to be found. His voice was calm and confident, surprising Bai Gu Jing with its unwavering tone. Xin Wei had survived many deadly encounters in his life, and as a result, he no longer feared death. Standing before an entity that could command his fate with a re word, what use was there in cowering like a whipped dog? If he died, so be it. If he lived, then he would consider himself fortunate to have survived.
As Bai Gu Jing chuckled in response, a look of confusion crossed his face. He couldn't help but recall a na similar to the one Xin Wei had ntioned - the Immortal Devil Sect. He wracked his brain, trying to rember where he had heard the na before.
Without hesitation, Xin Wei pulled out the dallion that had been given to him by Long Gen. He knew that it was necessary to confirm his statent and dispel any doubts that Bai Gu Jing might have. With a wave of his sleeve, Bai Gu Jing sent the dallion floating towards him. Carefully studying it, he took a mont to ponder before returning it to Xin Wei.
"Ah, I see," chuckled Bai Gu Jing, his laughter echoing through the mist. "So you cultivate that jinx's magic. I can hardly believe he founded a sect!"
But before he could dwell on these thoughts for too long, Bai Gu Jing's enthusiastic gestures caught his attention. Xin Wei watched with curiosity as Bai Gu Jing beckoned him over.
"Co, co! Let bestow upon you so good fortune!" he exclaid, his voice filled with excitent.
Xin Wei let out a bitter laugh, his heart filled with trepidation. Despite feeling an overwhelming resonance from the entity before him, he did not want to approach any closer. He had witnessed Bai Gu Jing's power firsthand, and the mory of the White Devil effortlessly bringing himself back to life with a re wave of his hand was still fresh in his mind. The sight of Qi Techniques failing to make even the slightest dent on his skeletal hands was etched into his mory forever.
However, as Bai Gu Jing continued to speak, Xin Wei knew that he had no choice but to comply. He felt a sense of fear and unease wash over him as he reluctantly stepped forward.
"I must admit, I do admire your ruthlessness and cruelty," said Bai Gu Jing with a sly smile. "Those qualities are perfect for cultivating the magic of the League of Devils. With a personality like yours, you will make unprecedented progress and reach the peak of the mortal world."
Bai Gu Jing extended his hand, pointing a single finger towards Xin Wei's forehead. A sudden surge of Qi flowed through Xin Wei's body, causing him to wince in pain. As the energy coursed through him, Bai Gu Jing's expression furrowed with confusion.
"Hmm, how strange," he murmured to himself. "You seem to be connected to HIM by Karma..."
Xin Wei's body trembled as the stream of Qi continued to course through him, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if Bai Gu Jing could see through every layer of his being, leaving nothing hidden or concealed. Xin Wei gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain still, his eyes flickering with a mix of fear and anger.
But just as he was about to break his composure, Bai Gu Jing spoke again, his voice tinged with confusion. "I can't read your soul either..."
Xin Wei's eyes widened at the statent, his mind reeling with a mix of shock and disbelief. How could that be possible?
Bai Gu Jing abruptly ceased his actions and lifted his gaze towards the sky, his piercing eyes seeming to see through the cave walls and the murky, bloodied waters of the swamp, all the way up to the heavens above. His posture was upright, and his expression was solemn, as if he was communicating with the divine beings above.
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