Taichang Realm, deep within the Moluo Sect of the Northern Plains.
A group of late-stage Spirit Transformation true demons had gathered here once more.
Only this time, they all stood below, each gazing respectfully at the person seated at the head.
"Everyone's here. Report your progress.
How far has the demonization of the Taichang Realm advanced? Have you encountered any obstacles?"
The speaker was Xue Lian, who had returned from the void.
At Xue Lian's question, the seven exchanged glances. Then one of them stepped forward to respond.
"Reporting to the Commander, the North Sea was the first target. It has now been demonized to nearly eighty percent.
There have been no obstacles along the way."
"Still in the North Sea? Why has it been so slow?
What about the Beimíng Sword Sect? Have they been dealt with?"
"Commander, you know that without the Heavenly Demon Bottle, we have no way to accelerate the demonization.
As for the Beimíng Sword Sect, they had already fled by the time the Sky-Separating Grand Array was broken.
They presumably went to the Tianlan Sect.
You had not returned for many days, Commander, and we did not dare act rashly. Are we now to formally strike against the cultivation forces of the Taichang Realm?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Lian understood at once. His subordinates had not truly been waiting for him; they feared Emperor Teng and, wary of breaking the china for fear of the rat, had not dared to act rashly.
"Rest assured. The Royal Court has gone far away and will certainly not return.
It is good that you did not act. Take this opportunity to give those human Spirit Transformation cultivators another chance to join our Sacred Clan.
But in that case, we need a suitable target to establish our authority.