"What are the requirements if I agree to become your disciple?"
In a secluded corner, Poison Venerable looked at the figure before him and spoke calmly.
Upon closer inspection, the figure was an old man. His clouded eyes simply rested quietly on Poison Venerable.
When he heard Poison Venerable's question, the old man was so overjoyed that tears streamed down his face.
"Little fellow, you've finally agreed. I, Forbidden Void, finally have a successor."
The old man was so excited that he looked like a child.
"There are no requirements for becoming my disciple. This old man's end is near. I will pass everything I possess on to you. I only hope that when you venture out in the future, you will carry the name of Forbidden Void and tell the entire Demon Domain that Forbidden Void has not perished."
When the old man spoke of Forbidden Void, his eyes became incomparably solemn.
"Alright, I promise you."
Poison Venerable nodded without a moment's hesitation.
"Good, good, good. Excellent."
The old man said "good" several times in succession.
"You're in the Central Domain right now, aren't you? I took a look—the situation in the Central Domain isn't good at the moment. Since you took the initiative to contact me this time, you must be asking for something. Go on, what do you need?"
In an instant, the old man calmed down, his eyes fixed on Poison Venerable.
"I need you to give me some manpower."
Poison Venerable spoke word by word, and the old man suddenly burst into laughter.
"Child, you are now my disciple, my sole inheritor. What is mine is yours."
"Forbidden Void has ten million Heavenly Immortal demon soldiers, three hundred thousand True Immortal demon generals, even five hundred Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal demon kings, and three Golden