Hao Tian? 'Devil Ancestor'

Hao Tian? He could not be connected to the "Devil Ancestor."

Nine Netherworld had been thrown into chaos recently. The Ghost Emperor had fallen, the Ghost King had submitted, and the Reincarnation Divine Hall had appeared out of nowhere.

He had subconsciously forgotten about Nine Netherworld. Now that Ling Tian had brought it up, he immediately became alert.

"Still, thank you for the information," Ling Tian said. "As for the War God Palace, I have my own methods."

Within an immortal domain.

In a subordinate city of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Ling Hao walked through the streets with the Destiny Lord.

Ling Hao looked around curiously. This place was utterly different from the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty—its architectural style, cultivators' attire, methods of trade; everything felt fresh and new.

Just then, the City Lord hurried out to greet them respectfully. "Greetings, Lord Envoy!"

The envoy was the Devil Ancestor—though naturally, not the Devil Ancestor who had contended with the Dao Ancestor, but the Devil Ancestor from the lower realm.

After ascending from the lower realm, he had joined a major force. He was now in the Dao Realm and was doing quite well for himself.

The Devil Ancestor nodded, his expression calm. "I heard you have a rare treasure here, so I came to take a look."

At that very moment, the Devil Ancestor seemed to sense someone watching him. His heart jolted, and without hesitation, he wanted to flee.

Yet he still instinctively looked in that direction—his pupils abruptly contracted.

Ling Hao? The Destiny Lord? Why were they here?

Then, as though he had never seen them, he followed the City Lord into the city.

Better one less trouble than one more.

The people of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty were not to be provoked.

Under the City Lord's