Deep within Old Ancestor Xuanyin's hollow eye sockets, two clusters of ghostly green fire leaped violently as he stared fixedly at an even more ferocious skeletal Phantom in the center of the banner, one that had yet to fully solidify.
That was the projection of the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord's will.
"Master... soon... very soon..." Old Ancestor Xuanyin's voice carried a sickening fervor and devotion. "The day the Gate of the Spirit Realm opens will be the day countless living beings are offered in sacrifice!
Their flesh, blood, and souls will all become supreme nourishment for reforging your Demonic Body!
The Spirit Realm... the Xuantian Continent... all will become altars for your return to this world!"
His withered fingers greedily stroked the icy banner pole, savoring the terrifying power within that was enough to devour heaven and earth.
For this moment, he had endured in silence for tens of thousands of years. In secret, he had guided the Spirit Realm in harvesting the lower realms, channeling the soul essence and blood of countless living beings into the Soul Devouring Banner through hidden means to nurture the demon seed.
Now, this demonic artifact had reached its peak. It only awaited that crucial moment to erupt completely!
Yet just as Old Ancestor Xuanyin's mind surged with excitement and he prepared to carry out the final refinement—completely merging part of his own origin into the demonic banner so it could display its greatest might during the sacrifice—
Bzz...
At the edge of the altar, an exceedingly faint ripple in space silently spread, nearly blending into the Netherworld Qi.
Had Old Ancestor Xuanyin not been connected to the demonic banner at that moment, with his senses amplified to the utmost limit, he would have almost been unable to detect it.
"Hmm?"
The ghostfire in Old