In the deepest reaches of the Blood Demon Sword Sect.
A pitch-black grand hall floated amidst an endless demonic fog.
Dugu Hong, clad in a black robe, sat cross-legged within the hall. His eyes were shut tight as Thunder Arcs flickered across his body.
Beneath the violet-black lightning, bloody gashes split open, and his massive demonic form shattered and broke apart.
This man, the highest-ranking figure in the Blood Demon Sword Sect below the Divinity Transformation realm, now seemed to be submerged in a deathly stillness.
Yet, the aura emanating from him was as deep as an abyss, as vast as a prison.
It was as if he had transcended the Nascent Soul realm!
But he still couldn't break through into the ranks of Divinity Transformation...
"Dugu the Old Dog, whether you can attain the status of a Venerable this time all depends on if you can survive this ordeal."
