Southern Frontier, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the underground White Bone Altar.
The High Priest, her body no larger than an infant's fist, knelt on one knee before the White Bone Altar. Streaks of blood-red radiance flickered faintly across her body as her flesh slowly recovered.
However, this recovery was agonizingly slow. Her self-detonation in the Southern Frontier had consumed too much of her flesh and blood. Even with the secret technique taught by the Seven Baleful Nether Venerable, she would need at least half a year to recover completely!
"Though the Baleful Demon is dead, his remains endure."
Above the White Bone Altar hovered a handsome young man with seven horns and seven eyes. His figure wavered like a phantom, and his voice seemed to travel from somewhere infinitely distant.
His tone was cold, seemingly devoid of emotion, as he said softly, "Though my True Form cannot yet emerge, my One Hundred Thousand Evil Spirit Clone avatars are nearing completion. If I can control the Baleful Demon Remnant Body, my great undertaking will succeed."
"Those fools from the Twelve Ancient Sects dream of sealing my True Form again. But how could they possibly comprehend my methods?"
"Once the Savage God Statue shatters, no power will remain capable of opposing my True Form. With the Baleful Demon Remnant Body in my hands, my True Form will emerge within three years at most!"
The High Priest's face brimmed with reverence as she voiced her agreement.
She was a devout follower whom the Seven Baleful Nether Venerable had chosen from among human cultivators, and she knew a great deal about the events of Primordial Antiquity.
The Baleful Demon shared the same origin as the Seven Baleful Nether Venerable, but was slightly weaker. His arrival on the Divine Continent had also been poorly timed,