Path of Alchemy Mastery

Sword Venerate looked confusedly at the protective barrier surrounded by soldiers of the Demon Clan. A puzzled expression appeared on his face; within his perception, there was a familiar aura about the barrier, yet he couldn’t recall where he had encountered this aura.

The crowd on the city walls watched the Sword Venerate floating in the air, faces filled with astonishment. The entire army of 30,000 demons was annihilated within minutes. What kind of combat power was this? What level of strength did this white-haired old man possess to be so formidable?

At this moment, Sword Venerate had no time to care about others’ feelings, his doubts growing heavier. Where had he seen the people below? He slowly descended on his longsword, stopping in front of Purple Cloud.

Sword Venerate asked with a puzzled face, "Have we met somewhere before?"

Purple Cloud withdrew the protective barrier, and the figures of several people slowly emerged.

"Long time no see, Sword Venerate." The moment he saw Purple Cloud’s true face, Sword Venerate was completely stunned, his shock as immense as that of the General in Golden Armor watching from the city walls.

The resurrection of someone long dead was unimaginable to Sword Venerate. In fact, when he had heard of Purple Cloud’s death, Sword Venerate had been secretly troubled for a long time. Reaching the level of an Immortal Venerable, he placed great importance on personal sentiments.

If Purple Cloud had truly died, then the debt he owed Purple Cloud would remain unpaid, creating a fissure in his moral integrity. This was also a big reason why Sword Venerate hadn’t progressed in his strength over the years. He had been unable to repay his debt to Purple Cloud when he was in danger.

And Purple Cloud’s favor, the Elixir he had used to save the person he loved most and who was most important to him, had always made him feel indebted to Purple Cloud.