The instant this thought surfaced, disbelief appeared on Xu Yan's face.
The Dao Derivation Sect to which Kong Xuan belonged had enjoyed a mighty reputation in ancient times, yet it had only a single Spirit Transformation patriarch presiding over it.
For such a powerful race to have been exterminated in so short a time in antiquity was terrifying to contemplate. The enemy's strength lay far beyond imagination. Considering the legends surrounding the Primordial Demon Mountain before him, it was hard to say whether the cultivators who had destroyed the Ancient Demon Race were even beings of the Azure Spirit Realm.
Suppressing this thought, Xu Yan endured the pressure and passed the five terrifying skeletons, heading toward the summit of the Primordial Demon Mountain.
As he drew farther away, the pressure gradually faded, bringing him considerable relief.
Unlike the ground below, which had been littered with the bones of the Ancient Demon Race, the ascending path held no more of their remains.
Dark light flashed beneath his feet, and his blue-robed figure flitted onward. In the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Xu Yan reached the summit of the Primordial Demon Mountain.
The demonic energy here had grown dense to the extreme. Streams of it rose in billows, forming enormous demonic clouds that blotted out the sun and left the entire sky overhead pitch-black.
At the center of the summit lay an enormous demonic pool. Ink-black raindrops fell from the vast demonic clouds, slowly collecting in the pool before him.
An enormous stone stele stood beside the demonic pool, engraved with the words "Sacred Pool."
"Unfortunately, this demonic pool is only useful to Ancient Demon Race cultivators. Anyone without their bloodline who enters it will surely burst apart and die."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Xu Yan's