Senior Brother Zhou Tong, welcome back (4,000 words, bonus update for Ao Tian Wu Fa Wu Tian)

Yuan Sect.

This Super Sect no longer possessed its former grandeur.

Black demonic qi swirled throughout the sect, cold winds blowing relentlessly. The Yuan Sect disciples moving through it wore expressions of rapture and savagery as they absorbed the demonic qi.

What had once been the foremost sect of the Eastern Xuan Region had become a demonic domain.

Beside a deep ravine in the innermost reaches of the Yuan Sect, three figures stood with their hands behind their backs. Terrifying auras rippled faintly from them, like three ancient beasts lying in wait.

"Heh, it's time we took the knife to the Dao Sect." Ren Yuanzi, who stood on the right, suddenly chuckled, his voice carrying a sick anticipation.

"I wonder how strong Luo Heng is now." In the middle, Tian Yuanzi's eyes were black and white, as profound as the ebb and flow of yin and yang. He gazed into the distance with a slight frown.

"The Eighth King Hall sent word that he could just barely kill a pseudo-king of the Yimo. Surely that was quite an exaggeration." Ren Yuanzi smiled indifferently, a trace of disdain in his voice. "How strong could some brat who only left the Eastern Xuan Region a little over two years ago possibly be?"

"Hahaha, who knows if the Eighth King Hall was talking nonsense? Perhaps Luo Heng and a few others joined forces to kill a single pseudo-king. Today, we march on the Dao Sect with our entire army!" Di Yuanzi laughed, his laughter brimming with arrogance.

Ren Yuanzi smiled and nodded. With a sweep of his sleeve, a streak of silver light shot from his hand into the ravine below.

"As expected, I still can't fully wield the Spatial Ancestral Symbol. It isn't mine, after all. What a pity..."

The silver light