Inside the Demon Vault, the struggle never ceased.
Outside, a storm was brewing, and hidden currents surged.
The emergence of the Nether King's Demon Vault had set off upheavals that could reach across the Nine Provinces and the four seas. Even from distant provinces, True Persons could discern something unusual here with their discerning eyes.
Deep in Nether Province, the various powers were especially restless.
Above the layered heavens, several imposing figures seemed to whisper. As Nether Province's neighbor, Cloud Province had visitors observing the Demon Vault day and night throughout its emergence.
Every day, Immortal Aperture Daoists entered the Demon Vault to claim a share of its opportunities.
On the borderlands, the Nether King's Demon Vault had been taking shape for nearly half a year and had grown stable. A fissure stretched a hundred miles across the earth, spilling dim spiritual light.
An eerie demonic aura had shrouded the surrounding world.
"Fellow Daoist Nangong, have you noticed anything?" A faint figure appeared above the heavy clouds, imposing beyond measure. It was the manifested form of a True Person.
Nangong Wenqiu had projected her manifested form there as well. She sat among the clouds, overlooking the Demon Vault below.
Her broad robes billowed, but her Dao body remained motionless amid the clouds. Her eyes were like dormant stars, and a Ziwei Star Sword lay across her knees.
As if sensing something, Nangong Wenqiu frowned. She raised two fingers together and commanded the sword.
In an instant, a blade of purple light plunged into the Nether King's Demon Vault.
Meanwhile, in the Immortal-Demon Grave of the Netherworld Land.
"Will you take me as your master?" The Nether King narrowed his eyes at Xu Yan.
No one would refuse an invitation from a figure who, in primordial times, had stood second only