Three thousand years ago, a demonic calamity.
At this particular juncture in time, that Devil Master bore the true name Six Paths Devil Master.
From the sheer weight of that true name alone, one could tell that the path this Devil Master walked was anything but ordinary.
Six Paths Devil Master—who could have imagined that a severed hand of this former Devil Master would exist within this world?
This method of sealing immediately made Lu Qing think of the three Devil Masters of the Ancient Demon Sect.
Two of them had already been utterly reduced to ashes, their Great Daos extinguished.
Yet one Devil Master still had fragments of his body scattered throughout the great world in all directions.
Why was the location at Shouyang Mountain so unusual?
Because the Devil Master's remnant body was suppressed beneath it.
Ordinary people could not easily catch sight of that place.
Even cultivators passing by would overlook it.
And now, the demonic qi drawn out by this world
also had several threads of karmic connection with the destiny upon the Heavenly Net Chessboard.
Whenever a great tide was about to rise,
the first things to arrive were often great calamities.
Where there was a great tide, calamity qi would also descend.
Previously, the great tide arriving from the northwest had concealed its source from view.
But the martial world connected by this spatial rift,
and the demonic shadow hidden within it, swiftly explained why calamity had emerged, why dragons and serpents were rising upon the land amid a great tide.
At this moment, Lu Qing looked toward the circular light of heavenly secrets.
Clear radiance rippled faintly.
The heavenly secrets entered his eyes one after another, then vanished in an instant.
Yet Lu Qing had learned nearly all that he needed to know.