Northern Region, Great Abyss.
The severe winter felt like a prison, with every droplet turning to ice.
This was the place where a generation's great demon was suppressed.
Five years ago, the great demon Xiahou Yuan was defeated by the Heavenly Sword Master and was sealed here.
The Heavenly Sword Master, filled with compassion, even though Xiahou Yuan was guilty of countless crimes and was the leader of many demons across the Five Regions, did not lay a deadly hand upon him.
In the eighteenth layer beneath the Great Abyss, a frail figure sat.
His chest, pierced by black chains, with chains locking his limbs.
All over the chains, dense runes seemed to sever the connection with the heavens, suppressing everything.
"Xiahou Bro, I'm sorry!"
"Qing'er, why... why did you betray me? What's the benefit of joining the Heavenly Sword Master? Could he give you a status above others?"
"Xiahou Bro, it's fake. I'm not the 'Qing'er' you speak of. The descendants of the Bai family are long gone. I only borrowed the bloodline to get close to you, and my real name isn't Bai Qing'er."
"Do you remember when you were hunted and nearly dead, it was I who saved you. I helped you reform your roots and bones."