The Devil Ancestor and His Disciples

Mo Shangxie flicked her sleeve. She had not left the Demon-Sealing Pagoda for hundreds of thousands of years.

And now, her pathetic master was finally dead. From now on, she would never again need to guard this Demon-Sealing Pagoda.

"Fellow Daoist Shangxie, where are you going?" the phantom asked with a frown.

"Haha, the Nine Heavens are so vast. Of course I'm going to take a look around... But before that, I still have something to do!"

With that, she raised her foot and stomped viciously upon the Demon-Sealing Pagoda beneath her.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the Demon-Sealing Pagoda, countless zhang tall, came crashing down. The spreading demonic qi dyed this entire stretch of Beyond the Heavens into a demon realm.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, even a god or immortal sneezing could bring calamity upon countless mortals.

In the end, the Demon-Sealing Pagoda became an enormous grave mound.

"Bang!" Mo Shangxie pulled out a stone tablet, upon which four large characters had been carved.

Grave of the Devil Ancestor

She viciously drove it into the top of the grave.

"Master, rest assured. Seven days from now... I'll come here to burn paper offerings for you. From now on, I'll burn paper offerings for you every year."

The phantom: "..."

He swallowed hard. Though he too was a Dao Integration-level Immortal Emperor powerhouse, he felt as though he were trembling in fear.

"Fellow Daoist Shangxie, if you are grieving, you may speak to me about it."

"Grieving? Why should I grieve?" Mo Shangxie laughed. "You still don't understand! Right now, I'm happier than anyone. Incredibly happy."

As the phantom watched Mo Shangxie's peerlessly beautiful face turn crazed and demonic, he felt that Shangxie the Demon-Sealing Immortal might soon cease to exist, while Shangxie the Mad Demon Immortal would likely emerge.