Xining, the Great Void.
The demonic clouds dispersed, and black snow drifted down. The Wu Household's Great True Person had already vanished. The Formless Temple lay in ruins; after so many Divine Abilities had battered it, no one inside remained alive.
"Truly the orthodox lineage of withering qi, commanding the ten demons and using hindrances to deliver people. Only this great lord could bring the Heavenly Demons to heel."
Wei Shuang exhaled softly. In the end, Nangang had summoned an elder of his clan to quell the demonic chaos.
This Great True Person of the Wu Household enjoyed a formidable reputation. He had attained the Dao around the founding of Great Li, five hundred years ago, and had once served under the Sovereign of Li Fire. For his achievements in subduing the various kingdoms, he had been rewarded with an extended lifespan that lasted to this day.
Such figures existed only in legend. Now they had seen him come bearing a bell and subdue ten thousand demons, like an immortal descended from heaven.
The three stood in the Great Void when blue-black demonic qi suddenly arose. Withering light coalesced into a demon king, who stepped out of the void with a pink-robed evil monk impaled on black iron shackles and escorted him over.
It was Le Nian. He had lost all ability to resist, as helpless as a small child in the demon king's grasp. Withering light wore away his Golden Body, and his cultivation dissipated even faster, threatening to plunge him down to the level of a Dharma Master.
The demon king dispersed. Nangang took the shackles, dragged Le Nian along like a dead dog, and activated his Divine Ability to suppress this Blissful Diamond.
"My great-great-grandfather used the Realm-Demon Art to capture this Blissful Diamond. That saved us