I Was Born in the Primordial Wilderness, and the Devil Dao's Roots Lie There Too

Deep within a pitch-black rift, a black lotus slowly turned, its twelve petals breathing out pure demonic energy.

A black-robed figure sat cross-legged on its Lotus Throne.

He radiated no pressure, yet the laws of Heavenly Dao within the Purple Xiao Palace drew back of their own accord. Even the Saintly Dao Resonance was suppressed.

The black lotus crossed the rift and came to a steady halt in the center of the Great Hall.

The newcomer opened his eyes. He first looked at Hongjun on the high platform, then swept his gaze over everyone present. Only then did his eyes settle on Niu Ben.

Through it all, he said nothing.

Yet every mighty figure in the hall felt their heart leap into their throat.

"Hiss..."

The moment Haotian saw the newcomer's face, his body went rigid. The Haotian Mirror he had just summoned nearly slipped from his hand.

"Demon Ancestor, Luohou!"

He forced the four words out, and the Purple Xiao Palace fell utterly silent.

Di Jun's newly kindled ambition for a Saint Position went cold.

Niu Ben alone had already left everyone struggling to breathe. Now Luohou had appeared too. Would there be any Saint Position left for the Demon Clan?

Emperor Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his heart sinking further.

He might be arrogant, but he was no fool.

The man before him had once fought Hongjun for dominion over the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

The Dao-Devil War had shattered the Western Ancestral Vein and driven countless innate gods and demons to their deaths, their Daos extinguished.

Though Luohou had ultimately been defeated and forced to retreat, he had not fallen. Instead, he had fled to the Outer Heavens, established the Devil Dao, and stood against the Mystic Gate as its rival.

"Why would he come here?"