Then!
Several streaks of flowing light cut across the sky, rushing toward the place where boundless divine light had erupted.
At the same time!
Within the Secret Realm, in a dim forest that stretched endlessly in one place, waves of rustling suddenly arose.
A faint scent of blood also began to permeate the air.
Very soon.
A blurred figure gradually emerged.
The first thing to enter one's sight was...
A pair of eyes.
Pitch-black and unfathomably deep.
Like an evil ghost lurking in the abyss, capable of devouring all light.
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation that a human Mortal Cultivator should possess.
That was right!
This weathered figure, with eyes like black holes and devoid of all emotion, was a half-step Demon Venerable.
At this moment, an imperceptible cold smile hung at the corner of this old demon's mouth. Set off by his high nose bridge, it made him seem ever more cold and merciless.
The old demon, clad in a black robe, stepped out of the dense forest one step at a time.
His robe fluttered in the wind!
The only discordant thing was the ball of light clutched in the old demon's hand.
Waves of miserable wails rang out without end, sending chills down one's spine!
Looking closely...
The ball of light resembled an infant, with all five features intact, yet those features were now twisted together.
As though it were enduring unbearable agony.
Just then, Half-Venerable Blood Moon lowered his eyes and sneered, "True Lord Meng Yu, I advise you to hand over that divine ability.
"Otherwise..."
"Old Devil, don't even think about it!"
"Even if this lord's soul scatters and spirit disperses, you will never make this lord reveal so much as a trace... not the slightest bit of this sect's inheritance."
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