The night was deep, the sky a curtain, and all was silent.
A grand bonfire feast had just been held in the camp. Demon cultivators great and small had drunk themselves senseless and lay sprawled every which way.
The demon cultivators stationed here were indulging in revelry.
Usually, they had nothing else to do but stand watch over barren mountains all day, bored out of their minds. Their commanding Demon King had, for once, shown kindness and permitted them to feast on meat and wine, so they had seized the chance to enjoy themselves.
At this moment, Ma Qiong, who had brought Yan Ji and the others here, was likewise dead drunk.
He had no idea that Yan Ji had conjured an avatar to watch him while her true body quietly left the camp and approached the minor cave heaven discovered during their earlier reconnaissance.
Looking at the cavern-like entrance not far away, Yan Ji and Hu Gou exchanged glances. Both confirmed that they felt the stirring deep within their bloodlines, and the sense of being summoned by their ancestor grew ever stronger.
"It really is Her Majesty the Demon Queen's will. I feel as though I can hear her speaking to us across time and space!"
But as for what she was actually saying, neither Yan Ji nor Hu Gou could make sense of it.
This sensation resembled what cultivators experienced when communicating with the Heavenly Dao through soul projection, seeking the Dao from the heavens.
The chaos void concealed far too many secrets. Even Spirit Transformation powerhouses, or cultivators who had entered the Dao, might not know them all. The only certainty was that certain powers within their bloodlines were resonating.
"We don't have much time. We need to get to the bottom of this before they react.