Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable has roamed the cultivation world for many years, and the maxim "existence is reason" is naturally something he has heard.
But now.
When such an absurd thing truly happened to himself, the resistance in his heart surged like a roaring tide, instantly drowning that thread of rationality, making it impossible to accept the reality before him.
Thinking of how he had clawed his way through years on that dark path of cultivation, enduring countless trials and tribulations, only to finally achieve the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage today, standing above many other cultivators.
This cultivation to him was not just a symbol of power but also his greatest asset, the proud fortress he meticulously built over the years which allowed him to traverse the world and look down upon his peers.
However.
Destiny seemed to have played a colossal joke on him.
Who could have predicted that on what seemed an ordinary day,
