Everyone in the courtyard wore bewildered expressions.
Only Mandala seemed thoughtful, her expression subtle.
Was her troublesome junior brother planning to—
"Nothing much. I just want to take a shot at the top of the Demon Slayer Ranking List."
At that, Mu Chen smiled shyly. His hands formed a series of seals, summoning the Crystal Saint Futu from deep within his Supreme Sea, in his abdomen. The tower's base tilted, and a Demonic Soul spilled out.
The Demonic Soul was pitch-black all over, shrouded in black mist. Its fluctuations were astonishing, and it radiated an extreme evil.
Before the experts of the Buddha Ancient Clan could even make out the level its master had reached in life, they saw Mu Chen carefully inject it into the black iron token in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black Demon Slayer Token blazed with flowing light and dazzling gold.
Three golden characters appeared in the space that had been blank: Demon Slayer King!
At the same time, the ten-thousand-zhang stele at the center of Saint Abyss Ancient City suddenly shook violently. An unprecedented golden sun appeared atop it, shining for a full quarter of an hour.
At that moment, everyone in the city instinctively looked toward the source of the change.
What had happened to the Demon Slayer Stele? It was an Ancient Saint Artifact!
"Could it be..."
Only a few older experts, contemporaries of Qin Tian, the Great Thousand's first Demon Slayer King, looked dazed, as if recalling something terrifying and shocking.
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When the golden sun finally set, the Demon Slayer Stele appeared once more.
A brand-new name shot upward from the bottom of the stele, passing through the Low-Grade Demon Slayer, Intermediate Demon Slayer, and Advanced Demon Slayer sections.
It surged past the mysterious expert known