Under the baptism of the cold moonlight and the disappointment of the astral stars, a handle-less steel sword commenced its nightly purge in Bone Spirit Town. The steel blade carved its presence into the essence of the Peaceful Road, erasing the necessity of the street’s moniker as well as imparting a blessing of the cruel and unfaithful jianghu. “ARGH!” A …

“Why did you kill the Xiao Clan’s Fourth Young Master!?” The roar echoed across the Peaceful Road, dispelling the last vestiges of grief and mourning from the three elder’s and the young lady’s countenances. The three elderly men stepped forth to shield the figure of the young lady from additional harm, and one of them narrowed his eyes as he …

The deafening sweep of the third breath spelled the gruesome fate glistening above the head of the Xiao Clan’s drunken and hedonistic youngster. An invisible toll of death and liberation seemed to have swept across the alarmed streets of the Peaceful Road. The invisible fluctuation enveloped all wakening existences, returning them to a deep sleep to pass the night unhindered. …

The cold-hearted moon cheerfully glanced at the young girl and her supposed predator in the form of a drunken, pampered young master of the Bone Spirit Town. A soft ray of moonlight glanced across the cobbled streets of the Peaceful Road, as though signifying the end of its graceful title. Whoosh! An Fei’s fingers jerked at the hilts of the …

At the end of her crazed encounter with a mystery of the Shattered Star Continent and the Sanctum, An Fei had obtained three precious conjectures, two of which she possessed boundless confidence regarding their verity. The first was that the diagram produced by compression of non-unified spiritual essence obtained from two derived strains similarly resulted in an attributed diagram. The …

Compared to the circular diagram that had manifested during the duel between Tang Shiqi and Fang Man, the intricate inscription before An Fei was of a pale cyan color. The circular diagram emitted a faint radiance of sky-blue, eliciting a slightly chilly sensation upon contact. Combine. Manifest. Eject. The three words could be found below the outer circumference of the …

“Converge spiritual essence from two non-parallel directions to perform a collision, to manifest a physical phenomenon.” Within the Sanctum’s Archive of Time, a young girl dressed in a blue chiffon gown whispered to herself with a solemn countenance. She sat amidst the middle of an encirclement of books and papers, her long hair brushing against the sky-blue crystal floor as …

Towards the center of the circle were a series of intricate and nonsensical inscriptions. Regardless of how An Fei attempted to piece them together, the results continued to cause the young girl to scratch her head in frustration. The inscriptions… did not seem to resemble any order of Chinese calligraphy. Shapes, lines, and curves of all appearances and distortions littered …

The sun had yet to set for the day, but the young girl had already holed herself in the Sanctum. The little raven and small fox were eagerly deposited on the clay roof tiles of a nearby building of the Peaceful Road, nestled safely behind the chimney to obscure detection. Nonetheless, whilst their small figures were practically impossible from the …

Until now, An Fei had not realized the phenomenon that manifested with each clash of spiritual essence from two practitioners. When Tang Shiqi’s metal pole slammed onto Fang Man’s fists infused with spiritual essence, a faint, nearly invisible flicker of orange light blazed into life around the two cultivators. An Fei rubbed at her eyes in surprise and disbelief, her …