"Everyone here comes from the Qing State as loose cultivators. For decades now, we've all been tormented by the Demon Cultivators of the Nether Realm. Your brothers and sisters, parents, friends, even wives, daughters, and masters, might have all perished at the hands of those Demon Cultivators."
His eyes carried a tragic resolve, and he took a deep breath, as if lost in memory.
Decades ago, he himself had also been a happy loose cultivator.
His cultivation wasn't too bad, being at the early stage of the Golden Core.
He even had a partner who had been with him for a century.
The only regret was that his partner hadn't given birth to any children for him.
Until one day, his partner became pregnant.
A year later, a baby girl was born...
He should have accompanied his wife and daughter, raising his daughter on the path of cultivation, and peacefully living out his life.
Until an inhuman massacre of the city occurred...
