"That's right. Ultimately, Kui Yong wanted even more powerful essence blood," Huo Lian sighed. "The experts of the Jianghu have truly suffered a tragic fate over these ten thousand years. You know about those divine beasts at Imperial Remnant Manor, don't you?"
"Do you mean the divine beasts they keep penned up, Patriarch?" Huang Xiao asked.
"That's right, those penned-up divine beasts. How are these people of the Jianghu any different from them?" Huo Lian said. "The Demon Hall thousand-year period harvests these experts once they have matured, once every thousand years. A thousand years per cycle, reaping crop after crop. Tragic, isn't it?"
"Tragic." Huang Xiao nodded. "These people of the Jianghu are penned-up divine beasts, while we Hall Masters of the Demon Hall are puppets. In truth, we're hardly any better off."
"Kui Yong laid out a ten-thousand-year scheme, and everyone in the Jianghu over those ten thousand years has been a chess piece in it. I have to admire him. He actually played the entire Jianghu in the palm of his hand for ten thousand years," Huo Lian sighed.
The Demon Hall's thousand-year period had affected the Jianghu for ten thousand years, leaving every expert in the Jianghu trembling with dread once every thousand years.
They had risen up in resistance before, and had tried to destroy the Demon Hall on the few occasions when it was weaker.
Unfortunately, they had all failed in the end.
The Demon Hall's thousand-year period still arrived. Kui Yong had prepared all of this long ago.
None of the thousand-year periods over those ten thousand years had been affected. The only thing Kui Yong had somewhat miscalculated was probably Huo Lian.
He had never expected Huo Lian to resist at the most critical moment, let alone succeed.
This had forced Kui