In the Primordial Realm.
The Demon Lord Soul had remained deep within the Primordial Divine Sect all along.
For him, this was the safest and most convenient place. Vast though the Fa Yuan Realm was, the powers of the Guixu Alliance and the Divine Court intertwined there, and the Sky Monitoring Mirror's power covered it. Even he had to be careful. He had nothing to fear from those at god level, but if he encountered a God King, even if he could escape in his current state, he would likely have to leave something behind.
Though his divine soul's realm was high, his physical body was gone, and his own Great Dao had been sealed, making it difficult to draw upon its power. With only a portion of his divine soul, relying solely on the Great Dao imprint he had left on the Lunar Cold Abyss Pearl back then, he could hardly contend with a God King.
Thus, what he had sent into the Fa Yuan Realm was merely another avatar split off from himself.
That day, he was reclining in a chair, resting with his eyes closed, when he abruptly opened them, a faint smile curling his lips.
"Has there finally been a response?"
As he murmured, his figure abruptly vanished.
A moment later, he appeared at the edge of the Primordial Realm.
Deep within the Underground Cave hidden by the Heaven-Concealing Grand Formation, the Demon Lord suddenly appeared beneath the three-hundred-foot Divine Statue at the center of the enormous altar.
Below him, countless black-robed cultivators prostrated themselves, their eyes fervent and excited as they cried, "We pay our respects to the Saint Son!"
"Begin!" the Demon Lord said calmly.
In the Taichu Holy Church, he was the Holy Venerable, standing upon the divine altar, supreme above all.
But