Sandrew, Show Us What You've Got

Upper Demon.

Such a simple word, yet it made everyone's eyes tremble with astonishment.

Even the seemingly gentle Shadowfolk elder couldn't help but glance at the infant Sandrew was holding in his hand.

After a brief moment of surprise, I was filled with envy.

They were not ignorant; they naturally understood the significance of an Upper Demon. This was a powerful being second only to the Demon Monarch, and even in the Abyss teeming with Demon, Upper Demon was not someone one could encounter casually.

And now, through cultivation techniques, one has been obtained, and shackles have already been set during the Embryo stage.

Sandrew called himself a student, but he was not much different from a completely bound slave.

Many people here could do that, provided they have such an Embryo.

Upper Demon.

Beings at this level are capable of inheriting memories from the soul.

"Sandrew, what is this Demon's identity?" The Ogre was the first to ask impatiently, his fear completely gone.

This sensitive issue instantly drew everyone's attention, especially the Vampire, whose refined face was full of concern.

Upper Demon can gain immortality by continuously descending to the heavens, and if they know the identity of the other party, they can deduce their abilities from history.

"The most common one, Title Realm Dark Mandala."

Hiss!

The moment the sound faded, a collective gasp filled the room.

This was an expression of utter astonishment. Li Ziran, however, was extremely curious. How could a Title Realm provoke such a huge reaction? These people in front of him seemed like bumpkins who had never seen the world before.

But he had no idea about the origin of this Title Realm; the Dark Mandala dates back to the Second World War.

The Second Red Soil Continent War was an invasion launched by the Undying Sovereign, who set out from the Abyss, crossed the Endless Sea, and launched a surprise attack on the Red Soil Continent, bringing brutal warfare to this prosperous continent.

Animals were kept in captivity, souls were bought and sold, and evil spirits roamed the land. Thirteen years of iron-fisted rule made that era the darkest period of time. The creatures even believed that this continent would be ruled by Demon for eternity, and all races were wiped out in such torment.

Witchcraft, curses, plagues, vampirism, Sacrifice, soul-devouring—all sorts of spells emerged one after another.

With the support of abundant living beings, countless powerful black magic spells emerged.

In that era, all living beings were in despair, but the Dark Council had another name for it: the Golden Age.

It was during that era that various magical soul spells emerged, enabling dark mages to find Elemental Bug with mysterious abilities in the Elemental Tide. Furthermore, living beings began to merge with souls, developing Magic Chains with various strange abilities.

That era saw a proliferation of research institutes, alchemy labs, and corpse factories, making it the age with the most Title Magister. Some even broke through the limitations of Title Magister, exploring even more mysterious realms.

That was absolutely the golden age.

In this era, the most dazzling figures were the ten commanders centered around the Undying Sovereign.

They are the representatives of the combination of Demonic Arcana and Elemental Tide, and they are generous with their knowledge, combining soul and elements into unique witchcraft that has been passed down through the world.

The witchcraft popular on the continent today largely originated from the ten Demon Overlord. The witchcraft they created at will has now developed into several schools.

But no one denies their achievements, and they are well-known, and more importantly, each of them possesses their own unique and supreme witchcraft.

The Dark Mandala, on the other hand, creates a mandala of silent decay that shocks the world.

As the soul merges with elements such as time, darkness, and potent poison, it transforms into an ultimate withering flower, entering destruction in a stable form, ultimately reaching silence.

The advent of this sorcery marked the fall of an Archmage legion.

One hundred and twenty-one, one-tenth of the Alliance Army's elite force at the time, perished just as the spell's name suggested.

Although the Alliance Army led by the Elves ultimately triumphed, the destroyed Demon lair did not yield the inheritance of these forbidden spells, only scattered data materials.

Even so, countless beings spend their entire lives pursuing this powerful force.

The Dark Council, in particular, dominated by dark mages, devotes all its efforts to this ultimate form of witchcraft.

Dark Mandala.

It was during that world-shaking war that this world came to know the name of this Demon.

The Vampire looked at the infant bound to the spot and biting wildly, finding it impossible to reconcile the image of someone who could casually destroy a super- Archmage legion.

But he could sense that this baby was extraordinary.

"Sandrew, you wouldn't..." The Vampire hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, "Could you show us what this little guy has? It's a bit against my wishes, but I'm really curious."

He knew very well that this kind of probing was offensive, since no strong person would reveal their true strength, but he simply couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart.

Sandrew, contrary to his usual behavior, glanced at Li Ziran standing in the corner, as if intentionally showing off, and with a light rub of his fingers, a tiny white light suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

Everyone could see that it was a mass of Undead energy.

The light stopped half a foot away from him, like a small worm. But soon the worm began to twist itself, like a rope, tangling itself together, stretching, piercing, and winding, as if it were tying a knot.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on them, including Shadow Elder's, which held curiosity and a hint of joy.

Li Ziran watched intently, his heart skipping a beat each time the little insect coiled around him.

This was not the knot he had imagined; on the contrary, it was a matter of word structure.

This Undead bone point is constantly stretching and twisting, transforming into words.

The text is not simply a two-dimensional font, but an abstract three-dimensional structure.

Li Ziran could only make out the general idea, but the others could see the details of the text.

Some frowned in deep thought, while others were utterly astonished. Even Anfuni's beautiful eyes kept flickering, as if she were trying to decipher the meaning behind the words.

Suddenly, the text stopped moving, and in an instant, a tremor arose, as if the entire space had been torn apart.

A bone-white Wind Blade flew out from between the characters, piercing through the Void Expanse like a comet.

Everyone immediately looked at the Demon, because the shape of this Wind Blade was exactly the same as the one the Demon fetus had just released.

The only difference is that the Demon releases pure transparency, while Sandrew leans more towards the white of the Undead.

Clearly, this is part of the process of inheritance.

The Wind Blade stopped abruptly in a specific area, as if being torn apart by the Gravity of the words. After a brief pause, they began to rotate around the words, leaving behind a layer of fine bone threads along their trajectory.

Soon, more Wind Blade flew out from the center of the text. Each time they reached their limit, they stopped and began to move along a specific trajectory, forming a high-speed rotating nebula.

It seemed slow, but all of this happened in the blink of an eye; the words were already surrounded by dense threads.

"Master!"

Li Ziran mentally gave Sandrew a thumbs up. This was Undead necromancer; those threads were clearly the patterns of a magic circle, at least a hundred times finer than Li Ziran's.

If Li Ziran hadn't seen it now, he would never have believed that the patterns of the magic array could be finer than a hair.

However, the people at the round table were clearly not surprised by Sandrew's technique, because the constantly coiling threads were rapidly forming a flower bud.

"Mandala!" the Vampire cried out uncontrollably.

The others gasped, as if they were seeing a treasure left over from Second World War.

Money, slaves, and wealth may not be able to shake the hearts of these bigwigs, but a legacy from World War II is definitely a treasure that cannot be ignored.

It is already quite clear that Sandrew has inherited the mantle.

At this moment, Sandrew suddenly stopped, a smile appearing on his stiff face, but the smile contained helplessness.

His fingers held the flower, forged from Undead energy, yet it showed no signs of withering as the legend had predicted.

Xiang Shadow Elder smiled brightly, "Shadow Elder, this is all I got."

Li Ziran smiled inwardly. This old man was obviously lying; he had seen the extremely complex Bone Dragon formation before.

The reason he displayed this spell was most likely because he hadn't fully mastered it.

Others didn't believe it either, but they had no way to ask directly.

"The Silent Withering of the Mandala?" Shadow Elder asked in a low voice. "It does resemble that. The Dark Council has been tracing this lineage, and this is all they can do. Sandrew, to have achieved this level with your own abilities alone is quite impressive. However, the true power of Silent Withering lies not in the construction of the Mandala, but in how to make the flower wither quietly. Yours... is not up to par!"

Upon hearing this, Sandrew's expression suddenly changed. The implication was that Li Ziran's eligibility to join was being rejected.

Despite the extraordinary talent of the infant before them, this was not a unique business in the Dark Council.

"Old man, don't you think it's amazing?" Suddenly, a childish girl's voice broke in, as if someone was saying his toy was bad, carrying a defiant childishness.

Without any visible movement, she inserted her delicate little finger directly into the very center of the magic circle and gently flicked it.

Drop!

A thin wisp of Undead energy detached from the magic circle like a flower and slowly fell.

Instead of falling to the ground, it gradually melted in the air, forming grotesque written symbols. These symbols seemed to have souls, connecting with each other. When the entire petal had completely melted, a long chain took shape.

Drop!

It was as if rainwater seeped into everyone's souls; with a gentle touch, it was as if a wisp of their soul had been severed.

The Shadow Elder was especially noticeable; a shadow was torn from his body, turned into gray dots in the air, and dissipated into the Void Expanse.

"Hehe! That's fun! That's fun!"

A childlike, innocent voice echoed in the room, but no one found it enjoyable at all.

In that instant, everyone's Spirit World shrank dramatically without anyone noticing.

Especially Li Ziran, a Spirit Crystal in his Spirit World had vanished without a trace.