Zhang Lixin, Purple Eyes
IN THE MIDDLE of a large hall, Zhang Lixin was sitting cross-legged. His shimmering reddish robe that extended up to the soles of his feet was perfectly positioned at the moment.
Frowning slightly, he wondered how long it would take him to refine this Saint's Arm he found in that secret place within Diabolos City.
Although it was a dangerous place, even for someone like him, he still did it without fear.
If he wanted to ascend, he must have a clear mind and a hell-bent heart. If he would not extend his hand to help his father, he would develop guilt in his heart, hence a heart demon that could greatly affect his cultivation journey.
"Father, you must persevere. I hope you can do all the things you want to do and avenge mother. I, your son, Zhang Lixin, will definitely not be tied down by your dreams and aspirations in life. Although I want power, if I can't get it by force, I would definitely give up," he said to himself.