The next moment.
With a flip of his wrist, the old man produced an object in his palm.
It was a palm-sized, dark Identity Token, neither metal nor wood.
The token was ancient in design, its edges adorned with coiling chi-dragon patterns. An archaic character for "Supreme" was engraved into its face, its strokes vigorous and powerful, faintly exuding majesty.
At that moment, the token emitted a faint, rippling Spirit Light and trembled slightly.
The old man extended his right index finger. A point of pure Magic Power condensed at its tip, and he flicked it lightly.
Ssh!
A thread-thin flowing light of Magic Power shot into the token.
Whoosh—
The air a foot above the token rippled, and a clear Light Screen abruptly unfolded.
It was roughly three feet wide and two feet tall.
Like an illusory mirror.
What appeared within the Light Screen was not a landscape, but the interior of a dimly lit, sealed stone chamber.
Inside the chamber, dozens of figures stood in neat, solemn ranks.
All of them wore identical attire:
Black fitted garments beneath wide-sleeved deep-purple robes embroidered with gold trim. The hems bore silver-thread patterns of ferocious ghost heads devouring clouds, while dark jade-studded belts circled their waists.
Their garments were lavish yet austere, carrying an inviolable authority and a faintly sinister Killing Intent.
That highly distinctive attire alone was enough to make countless people in the Cultivation World shudder and recognize their origins—
A giant of the demonic path, a supreme sect that had dominated the Cultivation World for ten thousand years—the Supreme Sacred Sect!
What was even more alarming...
The cultivators within the Light Screen all possessed solid Auras and sharp gazes.
Even the weakest among them had the unique, rounded Golden Core Killing Intent faintly circling their bodies.
As for