Demons have no good deeds, and sects cannot be saved. A magic skill that swallows the sky leads to endless killings. Holding a sword in his hand, wearing a blood cloak, and stepping on the bones, at the darkest time before dawn, the Reading Pavilion walked into the endless abyss. A square inch of light. Waiting for the stars to break and the flowers to bloom on the other side. Only to find...the other side is dark!