Striving for Ten Thousand Years Instead of a Single Night

Hundreds of flames had gradually disappeared, like the fire embers scattering in the wind.

That deviant practitioner should be a famous figure since he had been hiding at the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley for so many years. He must have had an ambitious plan to collect all those souls to create such a powerful magic treasure; he would surely have wreaked havoc once he returned to the human world.

Yet he had died in the hands of Jing Jiu without leaving a name or making a spray in the lava.

Thinking of this, one would feel sentimental.

Seeing the scene in the river of lava, Jing Jiu fell silent for a long time, his eyes shut.

But he wasn't feeling sentimental at the moment. He had never had any unnecessary or harmful emotion regarding those he didn't know. What he was doing was recuperating, trying to recover his Sword Source.

It looked easy to kill that deviant swordsman; but it was actually quite difficult.