At the deepest reaches of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan's territory, blood-colored clouds and mist coiled through the air.
A figure slowly approached.
As he looked at the crystal stones piled into mountains and the dazzling array of heavenly treasures, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
"As expected of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan. Even the ancestor's secluded cultivation grounds hold so many cultivation resources."
"What a pity the Jiaolong Ancestor's aptitude was too poor. With the resources of the entire Jiaolong Clan, he could only barely reach the initial stage of Demon Saint."
There was a trace of disdain in his tone.
The so-called initial stage of Demon Saint referred to those who had not even reached the fifth rank of Demon Saint.
Bloodlight Demon Saint licked his lips and said, "Without a physical body before, it was difficult for my Primordial Spirit to fully recover. But now that I have this body, along with the resources of the entire Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan, while returning to my peak may be impossible, recovering half my peak strength is still possible."
At the thought of this, he could not help but smile.
Then, his smile abruptly vanished. As though he had recalled some unbearable past, he muttered coldly, "You old bastards, if you knew that I, Bloodlight, had returned to the demon kingdom, would you be surprised? Delighted?"
"The three great royal clans—the Dark Dragon Clan, the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Fox, and the Violent Ghost Tiger—you have stood above all the races of the demon kingdom, lording it over them for so long. It is time for you to be dragged down from your altar, isn't it?"
His voice carried undisguised killing intent.
Back then, Bloodlight Demon Saint had been a towering figure, one of the foremost existences to roam