Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

There were no gods or Buddhas in the temple, only a black statue with the body of a raven and the face of a human.


Some raggedly dressed poor people, with numb and defeated expressions, knelt before the statue to pray, one after another, a continuous stream. The incense burner in front of the statue was also constantly alight with offerings.


In a corner, some gray rats squeaked, scurrying back and forth in the shadows.


Behind the temple, in a yard that was neither large nor small, many people in black, strange attire hurried back and forth.


"Vice Sect Hierarch, there's been a problem."


In the most secluded room on the farthest side, a member of the Black Crow Sect, cloaked in black, was prostrate on the ground, reporting to a man also clad in black but with the silhouette of black crow wings embroidered in red silk thread on his clothing.


The Vice Sect Hierarch sat there, opened his eyes, and looked over calmly, saying, "What happened?"


Chapter 43 Conspiracy