The Demon Clan Descends upon the Primordial Wilderness

"Qin Mu! You forced my hand!"

The Primordial Heavenly Venerate's voice sounded like ice ground out of the Nine Netherworlds, steeped in bone-deep venom and madness.

His face, twisted by fury, grew eerily calm.

He stared at Qin Mu. In those once aloof and arrogant eyes of a Saint, nothing remained but the resolve to shatter jade and stone alike.

He slowly raised his hand.

No magical treasure. No divine ability.

A pitch-black token lay in his palm, carved with countless strange Demonic Runes.

The moment it appeared, an energy utterly alien to the Primordial World spread outward, filled with chaos, destruction, and corruption.

"This is..."

For the first time, Qin Mu truly frowned.

From the token, he sensed something both familiar and strange.

It was the aura of demons.

Not inner demons. Not Outer Realm Heavenly Demons. Something purer, older, and stronger than either: primordial Demonic Energy!

"Yuanshi! Have you lost your mind?"

A roar of shock and fury came from Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, shaking the entire Primordial Wilderness.

It was Sect Master Tongtian!

He had clearly recognized the source of that aura. His voice brimmed with disbelief and towering rage.

"The Demon Clan! That's the aura of the ancient Demon Clan!"

In the Human Emperor Realm, Zhen Yuanzi cried out in alarm. The Earth Book above his head issued frantic warnings, and a sense of impending catastrophe gripped his heart.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe nearly fell backward into the sea from fright.

He was one of the Primordial Wilderness's mightiest practitioners of the Devil Dao. No one was more sensitive to Demonic Energy.

The token's aura reminded him of an age so distant it had almost been forgotten: the dark era ruled by Demon Ancestor Luohu!

Faced with everyone's shock and condemnation,