They competed for the position of number one on the Demonic Path.
Usually, three months before the Demonic Dao Grand Ceremony began, the Divine Sect would hold a gathering first to discuss its leader for the Demonic Dao Grand Ceremony.
The Body Sect did the same.
This had essentially become an unwritten rule.
Previously, however, the Demon Venerable had been far too powerful, sweeping across the Eight Desolations and suppressing everything. Both the Divine Sect and the Body Sect had to stand aside.
Naturally, the Divine Sect's so-called gathering had been meaningless.
Recently, however, the Tang Kingdom had been battered by wind and rain, and many major events had occurred.
Some old monsters from the previous era had grown restless and burst onto the scene, while numerous sects had produced quite a few geniuses.
The Tang Kingdom's Heavenly Ranking and Dharma Body Gang had undergone earth-shattering changes.
Coupled with the rumors that he, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable, had suffered cultivation deviation, the various sects of the Demonic Path's Divine Sect had all begun stirring restlessly.
They could hardly wait to become the leader before the Demonic Dao Grand Ceremony.
His slave, Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent Gong Yajun, had successfully gathered these people together under precisely this pretext.
Otherwise, given how sinister, cunning, and unwilling to rise early without profit the people of the Demonic Path were, why would they suddenly agree to gather?
"Shadow Moon Convent..."
At the sound of those words, Huang Fuling's delicate body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of panic flashed through her alluring eyes.
She stole a glance at Fang Yang.
She thought the Demon Venerable already knew her secret identity as a spy.
She had little affection for Shadow Moon Convent anyway. If it was exposed, so be it. For the Demon Venerable's