On a dark and windy night, Jin Ping'er erected a high platform amid the ruins of the Wilderness Sacred Hall.
She summoned all her followers there.
Tens of thousands of Demon Sect disciples knelt densely beneath the platform, their faces filled with confusion and unease.
They did not know why this newly appointed Holy Mother had gathered them.
Dressed in a long purple gown, Jin Ping'er slowly stepped onto the platform.
The usual seductiveness had vanished from her face, replaced by solemn dignity.
Her gaze swept across the reverent and fervent faces below.
Her voice, amplified by Spiritual Energy, rang clearly in every ear.
"I know that many of you are confused."
"Confused as to why I have gathered you in this place filled with death and sorrow."
"Confused as to why I would abandon the legacy of the Four Major Factions and choose an ancient faith long forgotten."
"Today, I will give you the answer."
As she spoke, she slowly raised the ancient jade pendant in her hand.
The Holy Mother Token.
Beneath the moonlight, the jade pendant emitted a gentle glow, and an ancient, desolate aura spread outward.
Every Demon Sect disciple who felt that aura shuddered inwardly, as though their souls were trembling.
"For thousands of years, our Sacred Sect has been mired in endless internal strife."
"The Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Longevity Hall, the Joyous Union Sect."
"We fought one another and distrusted one another."
"We all forgot that we came from the same roots."
"We all forgot who our common enemy was."
"We all forgot what the Sacred Sect's original faith was."
Jin Ping'er's voice rose, growing impassioned and forceful.
"We forgot that it was the Nether Holy Mother, with her compassion, who nurtured every living being upon this land."