The Dao Pact's descent required no extensive discussion.
No matter the matter, it was destined that not everyone could be satisfied, yet it could ensure that everyone had a part in it.
The Dao Pact was no exception.
The great pact of Heaven and Earth, the pact of the Great Dao, and the Heavenly Net Chessboard were all tied to the greater tide.
Even the Demon Shadow Land of the Four Lands, whose path stood apart from the others.
Five ancient, majestic figures stood there, cold and indifferent.
Threads of Demonic Path aura wound around them, forming an exceedingly ancient and intricate pattern.
It was the mark of a lineage of the Ancient Demon Sect's Dao arts.
Yet by now, many inheritances had scattered through the years, dispersed across countless places, unable to return.
And now, with a stir of the Devil Master's Dao aura,
the winds and clouds of the world had gathered.
The Five Elders of the Demonic Path—these five beings were so ancient that, in the cultivation world of today, perhaps no existences more ancient than them could be found.
So long as they remained here, there would always be people willing to walk the Demonic Path.
For in a certain sense, they represented the Longevity that had endured since antiquity.
Yet few ever pondered why the Five Elders had never once stepped beyond the Four Lands.
No one knew the reason.
Even those who did know would soon instinctively blur that memory deep within their sea of consciousness.
Until, in time, they gradually forgot it, leaving behind a blank.
They could no longer recall it.
The Dao Pact scattered into every Dao field belonging to the Dao Lords.
They heard the voice from within the chessboard, and they also heard the Dao Pact's final establishment.
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