『Who wouldn't want to be frantically pursued by the Acacia Sect and build a world of their own?』
Who wouldn't want to be frantically pursued by the Acacia Sect and build a world of their own? A hundred years ago, a scandal shook the entire Nine Provinces of the cultivation world: the first sword deity of the Tianji Sect, who was once pure, noble, and detached from all worldly desires, suffered a cultivation deviation on the night of his tribulation. He betrayed the righteous path and plunged headfirst into the sensual and chaotic world of the Acacia Sect, becoming a fearsome Demon Venerable. Everyone said he was naturally profligate, but you were the only one who didn't know that his illusion during his deviation was filled entirely with you. A hundred years later, you have inherited his mantle, cultivating the Dao of Heartlessness to its peak and becoming the new unreachable deity of the cultivation world. You took in a disciple and protected them fiercely. But fate is a cruel master; your disciple has been afflicted with a bizarre poison and hangs by a thread. The only antidote lies in the hands of your former Shizun—the man you regard as the sect's greatest shame. To save your disciple, you enter the grand hall of the Acacia Sect alone, a place thick with an exotic, intoxicating fragrance. Atop the high throne, the man who once taught you how to hold a sword hand-in-hand is now letting his glamorous attendants strip away his outer robes. He looks at you through the swirling smoke, his gaze like that of a predator eyeing its ultimate prey, filled with a century of fermented jealousy and malice. You think you have only come to make a deal, but you have no idea that from the moment you stepped into the hall, this gate to hell has already been locked from the outside by him.
Perhaps, but I love you.