Ancestral Dragon's Pearl

Sanqing Province, atop a small hill.

"Damn it, when the Ascension Platform opened this time, a full seven or eight Dao Lords emerged. Why can't it ever be our turn?"

A skinny, monkey-like male cultivator said this.

"You?"

The other man shot the skinny monkey a disdainful glance. "You think someone in the Dao Body Realm can become a Dao Lord in a single step?"

"Even if they gave it to you, it'd be wasted on you."

Having been exposed, the skinny monkey cultivator became somewhat annoyed. But teasing was teasing—deep down, that man was envious beyond measure as well, desperately wishing he could become one of those supreme figures.

Before he could speak, the man opposite him suddenly changed expression and bowed respectfully, even fearfully, behind him. "Patriarch."

The skinny monkey cultivator turned his head.

His pupils contracted slightly.

A young man so handsome it was almost absurd stood there, smiling as he stared at him. The cultivator could not help but shudder, quickly cupping his hands. "Patriarch."

Li Rui's avatar, Lu Yang, spoke. "I told you to keep watch on Wuwei Temple. How are things now?"

"Still the same as before."

The skinny cultivator answered fearfully.

Though their mountain was called the Black Crow Immortal Sect, what did cultivators within eight hundred li call it?

The Black Crow Demonic Sect!

It was because their methods were notorious for leaving no weeds after cutting the grass. This Patriarch was even more ruthless.

He was cruel to enemies, and just as cruel to members of his own demonic sect.

No one knew how many people who failed in their duties had been forcibly refined into Human Puppets.

Fear was only natural. After all, no one wished to live a life where they could neither die nor truly live.

"Good."

Li