In the depths of Nirvana's desolate hills, there roamed a lone Rakshasa sovereign.
Many elite Rakshasas, frantic in their search for Xie Tian's whereabouts, spotted this sovereign.
Yet none dared to stop him, let alone approach with questions.
For the sovereign exuded an unmatched and oppressive aura of vital blood.
"What terrifying energy..."
"He must be ascending to the rank of Grand Sovereign soon, right?"
"I wonder which emperor's banner he falls under, such a prodigious warrior..."
"No matter, the compass of vital blood remains still, and I have no wish to provoke such a figure..."
...
Yet no one knew that the reason the sovereign wantonly released his aura was not to instill fear but to exhaustively expel the unknown vital blood fused into his heart.
Even in despair, even as the dire warnings of the evil blade echoed relentlessly in his ears, telling him it was all in vain, he refused to give up.
