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Chapter 1: Prologue

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Prologue

The Mighty Conqueror Council turned the realm into a domain of the forces of evil.

Along the tyrant's road they carved, the Central Plains became a sea of blood.

The Nine Sects and One Clan, called the pillars of the force of justice, joined hands with the Six Great Families to resist, but there was nothing they could do against the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter—the greatest master of the age.

The situation reached its worst, and just as the martial world slid towards an age of darkness, four supreme masters appeared like a single ray of light. They were the Four Immortal Masters.

With their peerless martial arts, the Four Immortal Masters fought the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter, the leader of the Mighty Conqueror Council, and drove him to defeat at the Central Peak of Mount Song—one of the Five Sacred Peaks and the holy ground of the force of justice.

At last, the age of the righteous path had come again.

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Tianzi Mountain, north of Hunan Province.

There stood the fortress of the Mighty Conqueror Council, which had ruled the realm in the name of the force of evil.

The great fortress that once seemed to swallow the whole world was now being devoured by red, blazing flames.

Power never lasts ten years, they say.

With the death of the titan who ruled for more than a decade, the fortress of the Mighty Conqueror Council crumbled all the same.

The flames spread so high that the sky was dyed a mournful scarlet.

A thousand-foot cliff lay not far behind the fortress.

"Waah, waah."

A huge, middle-aged man with a large saber strapped at his waist looked down at an infant wrapped in swaddling cloth.

It was the child that Hae Ha-rang, the lady of the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter, had protected to the very moment of her death.

"Hoo."

A heavy sigh slipped from the man's lips.

The Overlord's family and his retainers inside the fortress had all been killed. Cut down on sight, every last one, no roots left for future trouble.

'A baby...'

He could not bring his blade down on the infant.

Not long ago he, too, had fathered a daughter no older than this child.

That was why his blade, endlessly merciless toward the deviant paths, could not bring itself to touch the infant.

Yet even so, the child could not be left alive.

'Forgive me, little one.'

Resent the blood of the Overlord that runs in your veins.

In the end, he carried the swaddled infant to the edge of the cliff.

It was so high that the bottom could not be seen.

The drop was beyond imagination, high enough that even a fair master, falling unguarded, would not have a single bone left to gather.

'There is no chance you will survive... but if you do, that too is your heaven-sent fortune, and my own misfortune.'

-Whoosh!

The man shut his eyes and threw the infant down the cliff.

The infant fell into the dizzying depths and, in an instant, shrank to a single dot.

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