The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master grinned, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth.
What do you know?
"You underestimate that old bastard Ling Zhantian."
"The forbidden royal secret technique he cultivated back then was extremely extraordinary; its power was astonishing when unleashed in a desperate attack."
A sinister glint flashed in the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's eyes. "Moreover, deep within the palace lies the Crimson Flame Berserk Lion, the guardian spirit beast left behind by Ling Taixuan, along with the Nine Dragons Heaven-Locking Grand Formation, formed from the accumulated fortune of the entire Great Qian Imperial City over ten thousand years. If I were to force my way into the Imperial City alone, even if I were to win, I would certainly suffer severe injuries."
Upon hearing this, the Elder Nether Baleful Intent was startled and exclaimed, "That beast isn't quite dead yet?!"
"Of course he's not dead."
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master snorted coldly:
"In that battle twenty years ago, I secretly clashed with him. Although I severely injured that beast, the wounds I sustained during the ambush of the Holy Envoy flared up, forcing me to retreat temporarily."
Upon hearing the words "Holy Envoy," the Elder Nether Baleful Intent stopped breathing and felt a chill run down his spine.
Vast Waves Sacred Academy!
That is a top-tier holy land that surpasses all sects and forces in the entire Vast Waves Domain.
As a cultivator who had lived in the Eastern Continent since childhood, he had an instinctive awe of the Holy Academy.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master before us had the audacity to intercept and kill the Holy Envoy of the Holy Academy twenty years ago.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master glanced coldly at the trembling Elder Nether Baleful Intent and sneered:
"Trash is trash."
"A mere lackey of the Holy Academy can scare you to death?"
"These so-called holy land ants have been slaughtered countless times by the powerful members of my clan throughout the Domain Sea."
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent was terrified and dared not utter a word.
The outside world only knows that the Blood Baleful Intent Tower is mysterious and unpredictable, and that it suddenly appeared in the Eastern Continent fifty years ago.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master had already secretly taken control of the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect.
No one knows where his cultivation technique, the evil markings on his body, or his inhuman-like physique came from.
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent only knew one thing.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's ambition is not limited to ruling the Eastern Continent.
As for his true purpose, Elder Nether Baleful Intent didn't even dare to guess.
"How are the preparations going with the Demon Race in the Western Continent?"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master suddenly changed the subject and asked in a cold voice.
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent quickly composed himself and respectfully replied, "Reporting to my lord, within the Western Continent's Demon Race, the two royal families, the Mystic Serpent and the Barbarian Ox, have been completely brought under our control."
"Only the Qingqiu Fox Clan has always been united and xenophobic, with extremely tight defenses; my subordinates have not been able to infiltrate them for the time being."
"But..."
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent changed the subject and said in a low voice, "According to news from the Western Continent, the little princess of the Qingqiu Fox Clan recently sneaked into the Eastern Continent's imperial city and even appeared outside the Pill Pavilion auction house."
"However, she seemed to possess a demon emperor's secret treasure that concealed her aura, and after the auction, she completely disappeared without a trace."
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master frowned slightly. "Why would a Demon Race princess risk infiltrating the heart of the human realm?"
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent shook his head. "The specific purpose is still under investigation, but the Mysterious Serpent Clan has learned that the Qingqiu Fox Clan seems to be collecting clues about the ruins of the Demon Race Sacred Land from ten thousand years ago."
" Demon Race Sacred Land from ten thousand years ago?"
A sinister smile of utter contempt and mockery appeared on the face of the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master, which was covered in purplish-black evil markings.
"A pack of stray dogs, still dreaming of regaining their former glory."
He raised his thick, withered arm, a savage glint in his dark eyes.
"Back then, that Demon Race Yao Ji, who boasted of her boundless power, was still shattered by a single palm strike from the supreme expert who descended from our race, who drained her of her life essence?"
"After the destruction of the Demon Race Sacred Land, those remaining monstrous creatures were driven into the Western Continent by your human race, and now they are merely clinging to life."
Boom!
These seemingly casual words struck the Elder Nether Baleful Intent like a thunderbolt from the blue.
He stood frozen in place, his mind reeling with turmoil.
Ten thousand years ago, there were two supreme holy lands standing side by side in the Vast Waves Domain.
The Vast Waves Sacred Academy of the human race, and the Demon Race Sacred Land that commands the entire Demon Race.
Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Race Sacred Land was mysteriously destroyed. Later, the Demon Race was defeated by the human race and forced to retreat to the Western Continent. The older generation of powerful figures all believed that it was caused by the Canglan Holy Academy.
Who would have thought...
The Demon Race Lord who once possessed the cultivation of the Good Fortune Realm and dominated the Canglan Domain was actually killed directly by the mysterious clan behind the Lord?!
What kind of terrifying race lies behind our Lord?
"Alright, ten thousand years have passed. That ruin has long since disappeared into some unknown fragment of the void. Let's ignore it."
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master waved his hand and coldly ordered, "The most urgent task is to thoroughly muddy the waters of the imperial city. I want to see the Great Qian Imperial Dynasty and the Seven Sects drenched in blood."
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent, suppressing his shock, quickly knelt down and accepted the order, "Your subordinate obeys, I will make the arrangements immediately."
He stood up, about to bow and leave.
However, just as he reached the edge of the ruins, the Elder Nether Baleful Intent suddenly stopped, his face showing extreme struggle and confusion.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's dark eyes swept over them, his voice low and deep. "What else is there?"
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent hesitated for a moment, then turned around, gritted his teeth, and asked in a low voice, "Reporting to the Lord... has the Lord ever heard of a man named Chu Batian?"
" Chu Batian?"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master frowned and said coldly, "That dead peak master of the Azure Mystic Sect who died a year ago? Chu Yunfei's biological father?"
"It is this person."
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent took a deep breath, his face showing a rare look of confusion and pain.
"When I was reviewing Chu Yunfei's intelligence, the moment I first saw that name, for some reason, a tearing pain suddenly shot through the depths of my soul."
"I have a vague feeling that I've seen this person a long time ago, and even... I have a very deep memory of him."
"No matter how hard my subordinates tried to search with their divine souls, that memory was a complete blank, as if it had been ripped out of my soul out of thin air."
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent, clutched his throbbing forehead, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
Upon hearing these words, the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master, who had been nonchalant, instantly changed his expression.
"Memory blank?!"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master moved like a ghost, instantly traversing dozens of feet, and suddenly appeared before the Elder Nether Baleful Intent.
The colossal, three-meter-tall demonic body cast a suffocating shadow.
Upon reaching the Dao Mysterious Realm, one's soul has already subtly resonated with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Every moment of a cultivator's past memories is as if engraved on a rock, with absolutely no possibility of forgetting them without cause.
If there is a blank, there is only one interpretation...
A supreme being, whose power far surpasses that of the Elder Nether Baleful Intent, forcibly erased or sealed it with heaven-defying methods that defy the heavens and earth.
"Release your consciousness!"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master roared fiercely, refusing to utter another word.
A pale, gigantic hand covered in evil patterns suddenly rose up, carrying an incomparably domineering Dao Mysterious Realm Fourth Layer divine sense, and without saying a word, slammed it hard onto the crown of the Elder Nether Baleful Intent.
"Ah...!"
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent screamed in agony, daring not to resist at all, as the domineering and chilling divine sense forcibly tore through the defenses of his sea of consciousness.
Splash!
Vast fragments of memory rapidly swirled and flowed back in the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's eyes.
One day, one month, half a year...
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's divine sense was like a pitch-black scalpel, frantically searching through the intricate memories of the Elder Nether Baleful Intent's soul.
One year...
Soon, the timeline was locked at a point a year ago.
Just as his divine sense touched that memory gap shrouded in thick fog...
A sudden change has occurred!
In the depths of the dark sea of consciousness, a blinding, eerie light suddenly shone.
Immediately afterwards, a loud bang exploded in the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's consciousness.
Boom!
The world before my eyes suddenly changed.
It was a dark and desolate valley.
Deep within the valley, an enormous ancient chain stretches across the land.
The chain was entirely black, its surface covered with unrecognizable ancient patterns, each section hundreds of feet thick, like a forbidden object emerging from the depths of the netherworld.
At the other end of the chain, a towering figure shrouded in golden light, wielding a massive heavy sword, was engaged in an epic battle with the glowing chain.
Each collision felt like a world collapsing.
The golden figure's face was obscured.
As soon as the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's divine sense approached, the entire valley trembled violently, and then the scene collapsed with a deafening roar.
What followed was...
A voice, both extremely majestic and chillingly cold, seemed to traverse endless time and space, crashing down with a deafening roar.
"How dare you!"
"How dare you, a mere Dao Profound Xuan ant, pry into the secrets of my Nether Ancient Imperial Clan?!"
"Die!!"