Outside a grand hall in the northwest of the Northern Nether Immortal Continent.
Two streaks of black light descended, revealing a man and a woman. They hurried into the hall.
At the seat of honor within the hall sat a person completely wrapped in a black robe.
The area around this person was exceedingly dark, and with the black robe tightly concealing them, not a hint of their face could be seen.
Upon seeing him, the young man hurried forward and respectfully bowed to the ground.
"Disciple greets Ancestor!"
"Eighth, Ninth, Fourth went to Demon Wind Cliff some time ago, and suddenly we lost contact with him. Take some people and find out what happened."
The black-robed figure's voice was somewhat hoarse, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Yet the two below instantly understood what he meant.
"Fourth Senior Brother disappeared at Demon Wind Cliff. That place is not our territory—could someone else have arrived?"
"Master, I recall that Old Demon Yan sent people near Demon Wind Cliff years ago. Could this have been done by his people?"
"Humph! Old Demon Yan is merely at Spirit Transformation Second Layer. Where would he get the nerve to contend with me? His attempt to seize territory back then was merely putting on a show for others.
"Besides, Fourth is only missing, not dead. This should not be Old Demon Yan's style.
"Otherwise, if he had acted personally, he would likely have already extracted Fourth's soul, refined his spirit, and forged Fourth's Primordial Spirit into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner."
The strange-voiced black-robed figure was one of the five Spirit Transformation old devils of the Northern Nether Immortal Continent—the infamous Nine Nether Old Demon.
The two disciples kneeling below were both direct disciples of his Nine Nether Sect.
The Old Demon Yan mentioned