"Something's wrong!"
Zhen Yuanzi's eyelid twitched, and a faint sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Without another word, he tore through the void and left Wuzhuang Temple.
Space and time flowed; the scene flashed past. In just a few breaths, Zhen Yuanzi had appeared near Mount Ling.
"The entrance to the Demon Realm is not far from Mount Ling. If Demon Ancestor Luo Hu is one of them, then what about Junti and Jieyin? Are their identities really that simple? They're so close by—could they truly know nothing about Luo Hu's real background?"
"And if they do know, why did Dao Ancestor Hongjun enshrine them as Heavenly Dao Sages? What could be the reason?"
"What a grand game of chess."
Gazing toward Mount Ling, Zhen Yuanzi's mind raced with countless thoughts. His expression shifted, and he felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
Taking a deep breath, he put aside his questions, turned his hand over, and crushed a seal.
In an instant, vast quantities of spatial power spread out, profound and inscrutable, seemingly containing the truths of the Dao and the Great Dao Origin. In the blink of an eye, they covered a radius of ten thousand myriad li, as if completely cutting the area off from the Primordial Wilderness.
"Zhen Yuanzi requests an audience with Your Reverence, Demon Ancestor!"
Once he had made his preparations, Zhen Yuanzi bowed deeply toward the void and called out.
Boom!!!
The next moment, heaven and earth trembled. Dense demonic qi surged outward, as if it contained the sins of all living beings throughout the ages, and seemed steeped in lethargy and ill omen.
Fleeting visions appeared, carrying an aura of supreme, terrifying power. With each pulse, the void seemed to buckle and collapse, as if it were in turmoil.