Yin Saint Devil Lord raised an eyebrow slightly, and a rare trace of loathing showed in his eyes.
Soaring Heaven Old Ancestor was a top True Venerable from a hundred thousand years ago, and the Founding Ancestor of the Soaring Heaven Dao Sect. His Sword Technique had reached the point where he could roam the universe with his sword.
It was this very man who had united the powerful figures of his time to launch a devastating siege against Qingzhou. Countless people had died in that calamity.
Even Yin Saint Devil Lord, who regarded everything with the utmost detachment, felt hatred—and this man in particular filled him with loathing.
He spoke coldly. "Soaring Heaven, it's been a long time. Won't you come out and reminisce with an old friend?"
As his words fell, that ancient voice rang out.
"There is no need to speak of the past. You, too, are someone who should never have appeared."
"Oh? Why shouldn't I have appeared? Are you afraid to see me?"
"In the lands of the Nine Continents, the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity is unavoidable. You are a remnant of the previous era. You should be dead, not alive."
Soaring Heaven Old Ancestor's voice was full of indifference and mercilessness, like a judge passing sentence with his brush, pronouncing Yin Saint Devil Lord's death.
Yin Saint Devil Lord suddenly laughed. "How interesting. Since the calamity can't be avoided, you've turned it toward the Luofu Sacred Sect? Destroying the Sacred Sect in exchange for another hundred thousand years of peace—that's quite the bargain. But why did it have to be the Sacred Sect?"
Anger tinged the Devil Lord's voice. Towering black qi erupted, as though countless evil ghosts were howling and clawing at the air. Ghost Shadows scattered in every direction, forcing the True