But that was the demonic path for you—when disaster loomed, everyone flew off on their own.
No one knew whether the Sword Ancestor would come for another reckoning, so the Myriad Forms Holy Sect gradually fell apart after that.
Afterward, relying on the resources he had taken from the Myriad Forms Holy Sect, he grasped a sliver of an opportunity for Dao Integration while hiding and fleeing from place to place.
So he found a secluded spot and remained in seclusion until now.
After successfully advancing to Dao Integration, he spent some more time consolidating his realm, only finally emerging from seclusion once the resources in his hands had been nearly exhausted.
Yet the moment he emerged, he discovered that the entire Central Continent had become somewhat strange.
When he first saw Shenlan City, its bizarre buildings and dharma artifacts made him think some Immortal Sect had relocated here!
It scared him half to death!
As a Demonic Cultivator who had survived that cruel era and successfully advanced, he had maintained his habitual caution.
Even after sensing that the highest cultivation in Shenlan City was only at the perfected Spirit Transformation realm, he still did not dare enter rashly.
He observed from outside for several days, and only after confirming there was nothing unusual did he sneak in under cover of night...
Yet he had barely found someone by the roadside to search their soul when he ran into the Sword Ancestor...
His luck had finally run out after he advanced to Dao Integration.
Devil Lord Huanxiao secretly cried out in misery.
"Founder Ancestor, see clearly—the person whose soul I searched was an utterly vile scoundrel."
In the current situation, if he did not want to be crushed to death, he had to explain himself.
"This junior knows he is