The purple wooden table was wreathed in lightning, covered in thunder Dao runes. Its color was rich and heavy, flowing with strange radiance, while its inlaid patterns resembled furious thunder amid heavenly clouds, its Dao charm long and profound.
The table was laden with rare delicacies and immortal brews that ordinary cultivators would struggle to see even once in their lives.
Within the azure wooden cups, crimson liquid steamed with blood qi, giving off a thick, fishy stench.
The "wine" was still warm and exceptionally fresh, clearly having just been "brewed."
Lei Liuchi looked at the burly elder beside him, whose crimson hair blazed like fire. His expression was shocked, and deep within his eyes lurked an unfathomable terror.
At the mention of Ancestor Qiong, his small body could not help trembling slightly, as though he had touched upon some taboo!
"The Ancestor Qiong emblem is branded into the bloodline. How could I possibly mistake it? I truly never expected that after countless ages, news of Ancestor Qiong would reappear in the Mortal World!" E Youwei sighed.
Strictly speaking, both he and the Six-Winged Thunderfowl belonged to a branch of the endless demon kingdoms once governed by Qiongqi. They were subordinate demons under Qiongqi's command.
In the past, Qiongqi's might had overshadowed the heavens, and the demon kingdoms beneath his command had been too numerous to count.
There were so many that even Qiongqi himself probably could not have counted them all.
Yet every demon kingdom, without exception, had inherited ancestral precepts.
Any demon belonging to those kingdoms, through a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations, had to revere Qiongqi above all else.
To see Qiongqi's emblem was as if Qiongqi himself had arrived.
No matter what demands the other party made, they had to be carried out without the