Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Sunset Wasteland is located at the border between Central Continent and the Demon Court.

This plain, which was originally covered with large swaths of withered yellow grass, has long lost its original landscape. Dark red blood has gathered in the low-lying areas, forming murky swamps, and severed limbs are scattered among the surrounding rubble.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and even the wind seemed to grow heavy as it swept through the area. The soil on the ground was soaked with blood, making it slippery to walk on.

Bai Yin stood in the very center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

His once snow-white hair was completely soaked in blood, turning into a dried dark red, with strands tangled together and clinging to his cheek and neck.

He did not use any weapon; the three-pointed double-edged sword was not in his hand. He was slightly hunched over, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto the soil at his feet.

His posture was contorted, exuding an undisguised beastly aura; his chest heaved, each breath bringing out white, turbid air.

Three elderly men dressed in blue Taoist robes occupied three positions, surrounding Bai Yin in the middle.

They were elders from top sects in the Central Continent, all of whom had reached the peak of the Cave Profound Realm. The three of them stood on intricate array patterns, and spiritual energy flowed between them, forming an impenetrable killing array.

One of the elderly men with a long beard was trembling as he gripped his sword.

He stared wide-eyed at Bai Yin in the center of the formation. They had never seen such a fighting style before. The man in front of them did not defend, dodge, or even activate his protective qi.

Relying entirely on his tempered body and the pure Gengjin evil energy, he tore apart hundreds of elite disciples of their sect with his bare hands; the pieces of flesh were right at Bai Yin's feet.

"Form ranks."

The long-bearded old man gritted his teeth and gave the order.

The three spirit swords pointed to the sky at the same time, and the array patterns lit up with a dazzling light. Countless fine sword energies were generated inside the array, blocking all escape routes. The sword energies cut through the air and emitted a sharp shriek.

Bai Yin made a move.

He ignored the murderous intent gathering above his head and the sword energy surging from all sides. He slightly bent his knees, and the ground beneath his feet caved in, creating a deep pit. He transformed into a red afterimage and crashed straight into the long-bearded old man in front of him.

The formation activated, and sword energy sliced ​​through Bai Yin's body, revealing his bones. Bai Yin didn't even flinch; his speed was unaffected.

The long-bearded old man was horrified. He quickly thrust out his spirit sword, striking Bai Yin's left shoulder. The blade pierced through the scapula and emerged from his back. The bones rubbed together, producing a piercing sound, and blood flowed from the sword groove.

Baiyin's momentum has not slowed down.

Using the momentum of the sword piercing his body, he pressed himself close to the long-bearded old man, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gripped the old man's head with perfect precision.

A dense aura of malevolent metal energy surged from his palm, and the white aura entered the old man's body through his seven orifices.

There were no screams.

Bai Yin tightened his grip on his fingers.

The head of the long-bearded old man, along with his soul at the Dongxuan realm, was transformed into a scattered cloud of blood mist under the frenzied attack of the Gengjin evil energy. The headless corpse collapsed limply, splashing red mud into the pool of blood.

The formation stopped operating immediately when one corner was missing.

Bai Yin stood still, his face cold and stern. He stretched out his right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword stuck in his left shoulder, and pulled it out with force. He casually threw it into the blood puddle at his feet. The sword struck the stone and made a crisp sound.

No blood gushed from the wound.

The malevolent energy of Geng metal stimulated the surrounding flesh and blood, causing muscle fibers to writhe rapidly and forcibly seal the deep wound that exposed bone. Newly formed granulation tissue intertwined, presenting a sickly pale appearance.

Bai Yin raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the wasteland to the northern horizon.

His eyes showed no emotion, only a grayness, devoid of life, pain, and a single obsession.

"Northern Territory."

His chapped lips parted slightly, and his voice was hoarse.

"Those who block my way shall die."

He mechanically repeated the sentence, lifted his foot, stepped over the pieces of flesh on the ground, and prepared to continue advancing northward.

He had to break the seal; he had to return to the Northern Region to see her. This was the only command that kept his broken body moving. He pulled his right foot out of the mud, leaving a trail of blood.

When Bai Yin took his second step, he was a beat too slow.

A throbbing sensation came from his chest, close to his heart.

That was a fox mark that Su Xiaojiu drew on his palm before she left. This mark became part of his flesh and blood, accompanying him through nine years of wind and sand in the far west. For those nine years, the mark remained quietly on his heart, without any reaction.

The mark is heating up.

A warm sensation, intermittent and persistent, penetrated the thick layer of blood and malevolent energy outside and reached his nerve endings. The temperature was not high, but it was real.

Bai Yin stood frozen in place.

He kept his left foot raised, his body swaying slightly. The grayness in his empty eyes was fading, and his dark pupils shrank to a tiny dot.

His breathing stopped completely.

His chest stopped rising and falling, and his heart skipped a beat.

The heavy stench of blood in the surroundings disappeared.

The sound of the wind on the wasteland could no longer be heard.

All that remained in his world was the tiny bit of warmth in his chest.

The tremor was so faint that it would be blown away by a stronger wind. Bai Yin dared not move, afraid that if he moved even slightly, the feeling would disappear. He was afraid that this was just another hallucination he had experienced amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He didn't even dare to swallow the mouthful of blood in his throat.

The remaining two sect elders looked at Bai Yin, who was standing motionless in place.

They saw Bai Yin's body trembling, and they saw that the Geng metal evil energy around him was fluctuating very unstablely, with the white evil energy surging wildly in the air without any order.

He was exhausted.

One of the elders lowered his voice.

"He's gone mad from his cultivation; kill him."

The other person made a decision immediately.

The two bit their tongues simultaneously, spitting their blood onto the spirit sword. They poured all the remaining spiritual power in their bodies into the sword without reservation, transforming it into two dazzling sword beams that shot straight towards Bai Yin's back of the heart and the back of his head from behind. This was their strongest killing move, enough to severely injure a powerful expert in the early stage of the Great Saint Realm. The sword beams tore through the air, carrying a determination to kill.

The sword's edge drew near.

Bai Yin did not turn back.

His gaze was fixed ahead, his hands tightly pressed against his chest, all his attention focused on that warmth.

The moment the two spirit swords were less than a foot away from his body, the suppressed Geng metal evil energy within him completely went out of control.

A materialized white aura erupted from his body, condensing in mid-air into a towering Gengjin White Tiger Dharma Image, tens of feet tall. The White Tiger Dharma Image let out a roar that shattered the clouds, and its huge tiger claws slammed backward.

The two dazzling sword beams, along with the two elders at the peak of the Cave Profound Realm, were instantly shattered into dust the moment they touched the tiger's claw. There were no screams, no magical artifacts offered any resistance; everything vanished in the face of absolute power.

Bai Yin slowly turned his head.

Following the throbbing in his chest, he turned his gaze to the far west of the Sunset Wasteland.

That's the direction of Middle Continent.

He had already forgotten about the Northern Region.

Bai Yin's hands trembled, his five blood-stained fingers gripping the clothes on his chest, his nails piercing his skin and digging into his flesh. He wanted to lock that warmth firmly in his heart in this way, his shoulders shaking violently.

A strange sound came from his throat.

The sound started low, like the whimper of a wounded beast finally recognizing its companion, then gradually grew louder, a mixture of sobs and ecstatic laughter, echoing across the wasteland.

"you there."

Bai Yin stared at the void of the far west, his eyes red-rimmed.

"I can smell it."

He let go.

He cast aside the seal of the Northern Region; the schemes of the Great Emperor, the rule of the demon race—none of these things combined could compare to the warmth on his chest.

The ground beneath Bai Yin's feet shattered, and spiderweb-like cracks spread hundreds of feet in all directions, with rubble and soil being flung into the air by the violent spiritual power.

The malevolent energy around him ignited, transforming into a layer of blood-red demonic patterns that covered his skin. He then became a burning meteor, rising from the ground and fleeing madly towards the far west.

A deafening roar echoed through the air, tearing it apart and creating a massive white sonic boom cloud that lingered for a long time. The wasteland fell silent once more, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the corpses.