Invitation

The ancient Di Jiang had been powerful to begin with. The Great Yu State Preceptor had survived ten days of being blasted by an undying immortal because he'd desperately hidden in a corner of space, where the aftershocks of the self-detonation had barely hurt him.

When the Undying Immortal spoke of the ancient Di Jiang enduring ten attacks, she meant standing in the very center of the explosion and taking all ten head-on. That was an entirely different level of difficulty from what the Great Yu State Preceptor had faced.

Besides, how could the power of an undying immortal's explosion compare to an Undying Fairy's?

Now the ancient Di Jiang seemed poised to unify the Demon Realm. His strength had risen another level, placing him among the foremost half-immortals. Even the second-in-command of the Undying lineage was no match for him—a testament to the ancient Di Jiang's might.

Di Jiang Clan.

"Have all the invitations been sent?" The ancient Di Jiang gently beat his wings, radiating an almost imperceptible pressure. It was ancient and mysterious, inspiring fear.

In the Demon Realm, the strong ruled. Those kneeling below were the strongest members of their respective clans. By controlling these powerful individuals, he had brought the great tribes under his control.

A closer look would reveal a complex mark deep in each powerful demon's eyes. These were the master-servant marks the ancient Di Jiang had planted.

Anyone branded with one had to obey the ancient Di Jiang. Their lives and deaths were no longer their own.

The Di Jiang Clan's emissary had intended to plant one of these marks on the Jin Clan Chief. Who could have expected the Qiongqi Clan's deep reserves to let them shatter the token?

The Di Jiang Clan Chief nervously eyed his ancient ancestor, visibly uneasy.