The Formless Heavenly Demon was an ancient royal clan that had existed since the birth of heaven and earth.
Formless and Faceless, it possessed myriad transformations. It was the origin of the path of spiritual power, and manipulating the Seven Emotions and Six Desires was as easy for it as reaching into a bag.
It was said that powerful clans such as the Heart Demon Race, the Void Rakshasa, and the Thousand-Faced Soul Monster were merely descendants bearing diluted traces of its bloodline.
Even so, relying only on the talents diluted within their bloodlines, they had already risen above all living beings, ruling supreme across the various planes and throwing the mortal world into chaos.
Even the Lord of the Nether River, mighty as he was, had once received guidance from that Devil Ancestor. Only then had he advanced by leaps and bounds, becoming an unparalleled colossus.
The slaughter unleashed by the Myriad Tribulations Immortal King had clearly enraged Ancestor God Wudao completely. He had actually invited that overlord, who had lived in seclusion for years, to emerge and plot a grand scheme together.
"By the Ancestor God's decree, this subordinate will certainly deliver your words without fail."
The Lord of the Nether River bowed deeply. His eyes, cold as forged iron, unexpectedly showed a rare trace of warmth, as though he had recalled the turbulent, glorious years of the past.
Just as he was preparing to leave—
Ancestor God Wudao suddenly raised a hand. His gaze flashed like lightning as he abruptly cast it toward the distant sky, sensing some kind of upheaval.
"This is..."
The Lord of the Nether River seemed to realize something. He immediately stopped and followed his gaze.
A ghostly figure was strolling over from the depths of the universe. A moment earlier, he had