The night was as dark as ink, and a cold wind swept through the forest, leaving a waning moon hanging high in the vault of heaven.
Lin Xinghe stood at the edge of the ruins, half an Evil-Slaying Order fragment in her palm glowing with a faint, ghostly blue light, as if responding to a summons from the nether realms.
She closed her eyes. Deep within her bloodline, the yet-to-be-fully-merged power of the Sword Saint Remnant Soul trembled faintly, while another, more ancient and mysterious power—the Evil-Slaying Bloodline—was also quietly awakening amidst this narrow escape from death.
Chapter 155