The Heavenly Demon Palace had been passed down for over a million years. At its peak, it had more than ten Mahayana cultivators and even a Heavenly Treasure, but it had been declining over the years and was far from its former glory.
Even a starved camel was bigger than a horse. The Heavenly Demon Palace currently had several Mahayana cultivators and was a major faction in the Tianxuan Realm.
The Demon Mountain Range lay in the northeastern part of the Tianxuan Realm, stretching for hundreds of trillions of li. This was where the Heavenly Demon Palace's general headquarters was located.
Inside a magnificent and imposing palace hung a plaque bearing the three large words: "Purple Yama Hall."
A plump Purple-Robed Elder sat in the seat of honor, his aura unfathomable. A tall golden-robed youth was reporting to him.
"Master, we have sent out quite a lot of manpower, but we still haven't found him. He may already be dead."
The golden-robed youth reported.
Lin Ming, Integrated Body Late Stage.
"May? What I want is a definite answer. I don't care whether he is dead or alive. That item must be brought back."
The Purple-Robed Elder ordered.
Wu Qian, Early Mahayana.
"This disciple has already dispatched additional manpower, but there is still no news for now. There are too few clues. We only know that this person has mastered the Transformation Art, and we can be certain that he is not a cultivator of the Tianxuan Realm. That makes tracking him down rather difficult."
Lin Ming said cautiously.
Wu Qian would not allow notices to be posted everywhere, lest their enemies find this person before them. Heavenly Demon Palace cultivators had to search in secret, which made matters extremely inconvenient.
"Then what are you standing there for? Go find him.