Great Yan, the Primordial Demon Sect.
A long river wound around immortal palaces; clouds layered over vermilion towers.
After Yang Que of Emperor Pole Continent had breached their sect and plundered countless cultivators and resources, the sect's cultivators had reflected bitterly on that painful lesson. Abandoning their former flashy but hollow ways, they built a Weakwater Heavy River around the entire sect and established layers of offensive formations within. Even a late Spirit Transformation cultivator who dared intrude would perish, body and Dao alike.
After three or four centuries of recuperation and extensive recruitment, the number of cultivators within the sect had gradually returned to its former scale.
Their quality, of course, was nowhere near what it had once been. Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators were one thing-three or four centuries were enough to recover much of their strength-but Gold Core and Nascent Soul cultivators could not be raised in a short time, even with the extremely rapid cultivation of Demon Sect cultivators.
One day.
A streak of blood-colored light shot in from afar, heading into the Demon Sect.
The great formation below immediately glimmered with bloody light.
But when two figures emerged from the blood-colored streak, the formation fell quiet again.
The cultivators guarding the formation swiftly flew out, bowed respectfully, and called:
"Disciples pay respects to the Supreme Elder and the Sect Master!"
These two figures were naturally Han Yanzi and Shen Fu, who had fled from the Longevity Sect.
Han Yanzi showed no intention of acknowledging them. Holding half a divine tree that bobbed gently above his palm, he flew straight into the sect.
Shen Fu nodded slightly, then asked evenly:
"While the Supreme Elder and I were away, was there anything unusual within the sect?"
The formation guard hurriedly cupped his fists.
"Reporting to the