A Arte dos Nove Ciclos das Estrelas

In the underground chamber of the Duke's manor in Ye North City, a woman was opening a stone door. With a harsh crack, the door slowly swung inward.

What lay beyond was a gaunt young man, bound tightly by several black iron chains and fixed in place behind the door.

His face was deathly pale, drained of all color, and only the faint rise and fall of his breathing proved he was still alive.

The woman walked toward him at an unhurried pace, graceful and delicate of figure.

"Suyang, today is the last time I will take your blood. I must admit, you have endured far longer than I expected. It took a full three years to drain the supreme blood from your body completely. You really have suffered for me," she said coldly, looking down at the frail youth before her.

He let out a weak, rasping laugh.

"Vang Yiyi... even if you drain every last drop of supreme blood from me, so what? It was never truly yours. I, Suyang, even in death, will never let you go!"

The young man's name was Suyang. He had once been the young master of the Su clan of Ye North City, the pride of his family, the most renowned genius among the city's youth. He possessed the supreme bloodline: at the age of three he entered the Spirit-Transformation Realm, by five he had reached the True Martial Realm, and by ten he had already stepped into the Three Profound Realm.

With such brilliance, it had once seemed that Suyang might become the first prodigy in the history of Ye North City to break through to the Divine Martial Realm before