Evil Venerable

The elderly figure of Evil Venerable suddenly appeared. The six members of the Ancient Six Desires first burst into wild delight, but in the blink of an eye, all joy drained from their faces, replaced by bone-deep terror.

"Master, why have you returned to this place?" Heaven-Mixing Devil King forced out a stiff smile, his voice trembling.

"Master, save us! Hurry and save us!" Heartless Devil King cried out urgently, desperately hoping the newcomer would intervene.

High in the void, eerie, icy laughter rang from Evil Venerable, who wore the form of an old man. It made one's scalp prickle.

Upon hearing that strange laughter, the hearts of the six Ancient Six Desires members sank. Their expressions changed drastically. "No, you are absolutely not Master! Master was personally slain by the Heavenly Dao during the ancient great war! What ghostly creature are you, to dare refine Master's remains into a puppet?!"

Their expressions varied—panic, fear, and a wistful sense of release tangled together, leaving their minds in turmoil.

Evil Venerable gave a cold snort, his tone domineering and frigid. "Their lives have long since fallen completely under my control!"

As his words fell, he raised a hand and plucked the Heavenly Dragon Zither. A mighty dragon's roar tore through the air, and the melodious zither music transformed into a surging river, carrying immense power as it swept directly toward the Seven Emotions Emissary and the others.

Yet faced with this incoming attack, the Seven Emotions Emissary and the others showed no fear. Instead, a trace of amusement flashed through their eyes.

"You finally couldn't hold back and showed yourself. Our effort in putting on this entire play was not in vain."

Every one of the Seven Emotions Emissary was a peak Golden Immortal of the Origin, a supreme expert. Dealing