Su Ling'er subconsciously lowered her head and looked at herself.
Wreathed in black qi, her body covered in demonic markings, her hands stained with blood... a demoness.
Then she looked up at him—her Senior Brother, clad in robes whiter than snow, standing with his hands clasped behind his back upon the brow of the Sword God.
She, too, had once dreamed of becoming a Sword Immortal of her generation, one whose sword-light could chill nineteen provinces, one who would protect all living things.
But now... her Senior Brother's current appearance was the perfect embodiment of that dream, while she seemed to be straying further and further down the path of a demon...
'And besides, to cultivate such a righteous, even magnificent, Sword God Dharma Aspect, to possess such dazzling divine might... how could Senior Brother possibly be a Demon Cultivator?!'
If a Demon Cultivator could manifest such a Dharma Aspect, then the Celestial Dao must be blind!
