No one knew what cultivation this old man possessed. They only knew he was immensely powerful, and with his lifespan nearing its end and his days numbered, he had gone mad searching for a successor.
Ever since Poison Venerable had been making his way through the Northern Continent, the old fellow had taken a liking to him and wanted to accept him as a disciple. Poison Venerable had not agreed some time ago, only leaving behind a means of contact.
But now, he had agreed to the old man's request.
Once matters here were settled, he would follow this old man and study for a thousand years, inheriting the old man's legacy and carrying on his mantle.
Then he would inherit an organization called Forbidden Void. It appeared quite formidable—after all, it possessed no fewer than three Golden Immortals.
The only drawback was that when he roamed the Star River Cosmos in the future, he could no longer use his own name. Instead, he would walk the world under the title of Forbidden Void's successor.
Though it did not sound particularly pleasant, he needed something from the old man now, so he could only do as the elder requested.
"Good. This master will go pick out some demon brats for you. Just wait."
The elder smiled, stroked his beard, and vanished before Poison Venerable. Poison Venerable, meanwhile, casually put away a black stone in his palm.
Waves of demonic aura continued to emanate from the stone.
He did not know much about this Forbidden Void. The last time he had met the old man, he had looked like an immortal sage, all wind in his robes and Dao in his bones. How had he become a demon lord now? Every other word out of his mouth was "Demon King" this