Chapter 1 Demon Lord

During the Tianshu era, heavy snow fell on Mianzhou.

For no reason, the sea snow sealed a hundred thousand miles, all the way to the Canglang Northern Territory.

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It was too cold here, with thin ice floating on the dead water.

Logan Barrett stood on a withered tree in the water, washing the blood from his hands.

Those hands were slender and fair, untouched by the mundane world, as if they had only teased the birds of the Jade Palace or admired the flowers of the Immortal Capital.

But just a short while ago, those two fingers had forcibly severed several heads.

So he washed carefully, with no intention of speaking, and those waiting on the shore dared not utter a word.

After holding their breath for a long time, they finally heard a sentence.

"What year is it now?" Logan Barrett asked.

His voice drifted across the vast water, somewhat muffled.

The people on the shore reacted after a moment, hurriedly replying, "The twenty-fifth year of Tianshu."

Logan Barrett sniffed his washed fingers, finally turning his gaze over: "Tianshu?"

"Yes, Tianshu."

"Tianshu..." Logan Barrett softly repeated the unfamiliar era name.

The one who answered quickly said, "The hundred sects of the Immortal Gate changed it."

"Oh."

Logan Barrett lowered his hand, and with the movement, there was a faint clinking sound of metal.

...Like chains being dragged.

The people on the shore reacted strongly to this sound, their scalps tingling.

They cautiously looked toward the person in the water.

They saw Logan Barrett dressed in plain blue-green robes, almost blending into the cold mist.

But whether it was his wrists beneath his sleeves or the exposed ankle bone of his bare foot, both were pale and clean, with no sign of chains.

Yet the clinking sound was undeniably real.

Someone murmured softly, "That sound is—"

"Shh! Are you crazy? You dare mention it to his face? If you want to die, don't drag us with you!"

The interrupter, afraid the person in the water would hear, only dared to scold in a whisper.

Unfortunately, it was still heard.

"What is it?" Logan Barrett asked, "Don't stop, keep talking."

Everyone on the shore held their breath, swallowed hard, and their fingers hanging at their sides trembled ever so slightly: "N-no! We... we didn't say anything, really didn't say anything."

Everyone knew that the Canglang Northern Territory was even more terrifying than a demon lair.

All the monsters and demons in the world, unafraid of retribution or immortals and Buddhas, feared only this place.

The demons imprisoned here would all be nailed with heavy heavenly locks. Invisible and unbreakable, they served as heaven's punishment. For some, it lasted a day; for others, a year. The demons nailed here would inevitably be tormented, their souls scattered and bodies destroyed.

Thus, the Canglang Northern Territory had hung above the Wudan Sea for five hundred and thirteen years, with only entry and no exit.

Except for the demon lord Logan Barrett.

He was the only one who had been chained here for twenty-five years and was still alive.

Such a demon lord, now draped in invisible chains, softly saying, "What is that clinking sound? Tell me,"—who would dare actually answer?

Deathly silence slowly spread through the cold mist.

Someone on the shore cautiously glanced over, only to see Logan Barrett tilting his head, staring at them in silence. Instantly, they felt a chill from head to toe.

It's over.

This unpredictable master is at it again.

Everyone thought.

In fact, this infamous demon lord was not frightening in appearance. On the contrary, he looked noble, had a beautiful voice, and was especially striking in the eyes.

The ends of his eyes drooped slightly, and when he looked down from above, it was like ink just melted in a cold pond.

But so what?

Not to mention these demon generals under him—even the twelve immortals of Lingtai back then, he killed them as he pleased. Who wouldn't be afraid?

When he spoke, they were afraid.

When he didn't speak, they were also afraid.

And when he tilted his head like this, damn, it was even more terrifying!

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

After a while, the one who first misspoke trembled all over, unable to hold back and said, "Lord, Lord, I was wrong. I spoke without thinking, I shouldn't have mentioned the chains... spit! Anyway, I shouldn't have! I really, I really—"

He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, about to swear a vicious oath.

Then he heard Logan Barrett say, "What did you do wrong? I don't understand."

"......"

"And, you called me Lord?"

"......"

Damn.

What's wrong with calling you Lord now, is that not allowed either?

The people on the shore were about to go crazy under the relentless questioning.

But what they didn't know was that the one in the tree had already broken down inside—

Logan Barrett's face was calm, but inside his heart was a raging storm. All he could think was: How could this be!