Above the sky, a spot of ink suddenly spread into a deep, dark vortex, swallowing the churning black mist around it. It was as though a Taotie Eye had opened between heaven and earth.
Opposite it, a white vortex glowed with a slowly turning, clear radiance. Its light held an eternal power of repulsion.
A glimmer of clarity seemed to return to the middle-aged corpse's eyes.
The Devil Lord of All Living seemed to think of something. His cultivation, which he had kept hidden, quietly revealed itself.
His cultivation climbed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the flawless, perfectly rounded Great Dao Golden Core.
Strangely, not a trace of Devil Dao blood baleful intent clung to him. Instead, he radiated the profound power of Daoist techniques.
With his appearance and bearing, it was hard to connect him to a supreme figure of the Devil Dao. He looked more like a true Mystic Gate cultivator.
The Eight-Armed Freak saw the man in the coffin move according to his will. A look of delight instantly spread across his hideous face, like a vicious tiger finding prey.
Then he saw that the Devil Lord of All Living's aura no longer came from devil arts, and his smile froze.
"Old Cangsheng... you really have cultivated the Emperor's Pillow Book to a realm no one has ever reached!"
Your eyes flickered. The origins of the Emperor's Pillow Book surfaced in your mind: it had been created by the Emperor, founding patriarch of the Demon Sect.
Four thousand years ago, he had found the Blood Demon Sea in a ruin of Ancient Antiquity. It was a blood-red lake that never ran dry, its vital blood inexhaustible.
Deep within the Blood Demon Sea stood an arcane