The Undercover Agent, the Devil Emperor's Third Son
He has carried this bone talisman with him for over seven hundred years.
From the day he was sent to the Heavenly Evolution Sect, this bone talisman has been hidden deep within his consciousness.
For over seven hundred years, he cultivated step by step from an ignorant child to the point of Dao Union Perfection, and became the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, becoming the respected Elder Lu Tianji.
No one knew that he was not a descendant of the Heavenly Evolution Sect at all.
He was Yan Tianjin's third son, named Yan Xuanye.
At the end of the great war between the righteous and the demonic, Yan Tianjin knew that defeat was inevitable, so he used Secret Method to seal the demonic energy of the infant Yan Tianjin, entrusted him to his confidant, and sent him to the Heavenly Evolution Sect that was most skilled in divination.
Firstly, the Heavenly Evolution Sect prioritizes deduction over killing, making it the least likely to be exposed. Secondly, Yan Tianjin wants him as a hidden pawn, to be planted in the heart of the righteous path, waiting for the next opportunity.
This wait lasted for ten thousand years.
He cultivated righteous Cultivation Method, learned righteous etiquette, served as an elder of the righteous path, and even personally killed many Devil Cultivator.
Over time, even he himself would sometimes become disoriented and forget who he really was.
Until half a year ago, Yan Tianjin, who had been in a deep slumber, awoke. A demonic voice entered his sea of consciousness, awakening memories deep within his bloodline.
He then remembered that his surname was Yan, that he was a prince of the demonic path, and that he was the deepest blade buried within the Immortal Alliance.
"Heh..." Yan Xuanye chuckled softly, his voice sounding particularly cold in the secret chamber, "Origin Dao Physique... Zhang Jianchen, Zhang Jianchen, you schemed and plotted, but you never imagined that the most crucial secret would leak out from me."
During the daytime council session, he declined the task of leading the search for the Origin Dao Physique, not because he didn't want to go, but because he couldn't.
His status is high; if he were to go, it would only arouse suspicion.
Staying in the Immortal Alliance's central hub is crucial for continuously transmitting intelligence to the Demonic Path, a role far more important than attempting to steal someone from Flying Immortal Prefecture.
He flicked his finger, and a drop of Essence Blood flew from his fingertip, landing on the black bone talisman.
The bone rune instantly glowed with a dark light, and the fine magical patterns seemed to come alive, beginning to slowly circulate.
Yan Xuanye immersed his divine sense into it, and inscribed every detail of today's meeting into the bone talisman, including the existence and approximate location of the Origin Dao Physique, the composition of the team, the departure time, and the marching route.
After doing all this, he made a Method Formula seal and whispered an ancient magical phrase.
With a hum, the bone talisman trembled and transformed into a barely perceptible wisp of black smoke, which escaped through the cracks in the secret chamber, pierced through the layers of restrictions of Heaven-Soaring City, and sped toward the northern horizon.
This demonic bone communication talisman is High Antiquity Devil Artifact, specifically designed for long-distance communication and possessing inherent stealth capabilities.
Let alone ordinary Dao Union cultivators, even Loose Immortal would find it difficult to detect without deliberate investigation.
In over seven hundred years, he only used it three times, and each time it was flawless.
After sending the message, Yan Xuanye slowly withdrew his hand, his face regaining its refined and peaceful expression.
He rose and walked out of the secret chamber, and the disciples in the courtyard bowed and greeted him, "Elder."
"Hmm." Yan Xuanye nodded slightly, his tone calm. "Give the order to pack our bags. We will depart for the Chaos Abyss with the army in three days. Also, prepare my divination disk; we may need it on the way."
"Yes, Elder."
The disciple accepted the order and left. Yan Xuanye stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, gazing at the northern horizon.
In the darkness, the colorful sunset glow remained dazzling, casting flickering light on half of his face.
"Father, this is all I can do to help you. The rest is up to you." He murmured to himself, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "The days of the righteous path have lasted seven hundred years; it's time for them to come to an end. It's time to settle the scores of ten thousand years ago."
The night breeze blew, ruffling his Daoist robe and long beard. He remained the same righteous elder with an air of Dao Bone, and no one knew what identity and ambition lay hidden beneath that exterior.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles to the north, the demonic army was marching rapidly through the night.
Black demonic clouds blanketed the sky, and hundreds of thousands of Devil Cultivator swept across the wasteland like a tidal wave. Wherever they passed, vegetation withered, and Spiritual Qi was tainted by demonic energy. In the center of the procession, a chariot drawn by nine-headed Nine Nether Devil Horse floated in the air. The chariot was entirely black and engraved with the totem of ten thousand demons, exuding overwhelming power.
Inside the carriage, Yan Tianjin leaned against the throne.
He wore a black dragon-patterned demon robe, his long hair was loose, and his face was handsome and otherworldly. He looked no more than middle-aged, but his deep eyes held the vicissitudes of time.
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest, his demonic energy contained, yet it caused the space around the entire carriage to distort slightly.
"Demon Emperor."
Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the void, kneeling on one knee and holding a glowing black bone talisman in its hand.
"The Third Prince has sent a message."
Yan Tianjin opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the bone talisman, and he slightly raised his hand.
The bone talisman flew into his hand on its own, and with a sweep of his divine sense, all the information within was imprinted into his mind.
"The Origin Dao Physique..." Yan Tianjin's lips curled into a cold smile, "Zhang Jianchen is quite lucky; even such a legendary physique could be traced by him. What a pity..."
Unfortunately, his good son was sitting in the council hall of the Immortal Alliance.
The shadowy figure below whispered, "Yan Tianjin, should I immediately lead men to Flying Immortal Prefecture and bring back the Origin Dao Physique before the righteous path does?"
"What's the rush?" Yan Tianjin said calmly, his fingers tracing the bone talisman. "The Origin Dao Physique is a good thing, and it would be best to obtain it, but our foundation is still the Primordial Dao Fruit. We can't let a mere physique ruin our entire plan."
He stood up, walked to the carriage window, looked at the rapidly receding earth outside, and slowly said:
"Pass down the order."
"First, order the Seventh Prince Yan Xuanfeng to lead three thousand Shadow Devil Guards to immediately change course to Flying Immortal Prefecture, follow the route of the righteous path team in secret, and once they find the Origin Dao Physique, seize it if possible; if they cannot, kill it. The Origin Dao Physique must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the righteous path alive."
"Secondly, order the three demon generals, Blood Baleful Intent, Yin Corpse, and Bone Spirit, to each lead their own troops in three separate routes to attack the righteous sects' strongholds: Azure Wind Gate, Rosy Sunset Sect, and White Stone City. The greater the scale of the attack, the better, so that the righteous sects will believe that we are about to launch a full-scale war, thus tying down their forces."
"Third, send two more teams of feints to advance ostentatiously towards the east and west sides of the Chaos Abyss Chaos Abyss, making it appear as if they intend to encircle it."
"As for the main force..." A fierce glint flashed in Yan Tianjin's eyes, "We will hide by day and move by night, shut down all demonic light, conceal our whereabouts, and head straight for the core area of Chaos Abyss along the original route."
We won't compete with the righteous path for the outer perimeter; we'll go straight to the bottom of the abyss. By the time they react, we'll have already seized the core of the source.
The series of commands was clear, concise, and interconnected.
A feint to the east while attacking the west, luring the tiger away from the mountain, and secretly crossing the Chencang pass.
"Your subordinate obeys!" Youying bowed and accepted the order, then vanished from the spot in an instant.
Soon, the demonic army made its move.
The three groups of people quietly broke away from the main force and sped off in different directions.
One group, brimming with murderous intent, headed straight for Flying Immortal Prefecture; three groups launched a large-scale attack on the righteous path's strongholds; and two groups feigned attacks on the flanks of Chaos Abyss.
The main force, however, extinguished all its demonic light and concealed its aura, like a lurking beast, silently advancing into the depths of the Chaos Abyss under the cover of night.
Yan Tianjin stood in the carriage, gazing in the direction of Heaven-Soaring City to the south, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Zhang Jianchen, you want to find the Origin Dao Physique first to increase your chances of winning? Then I'll let you search. By the time you find the person and rush back to the Chaos Abyss, the Dao Fruit will probably already be in my hands."
"You won once ten thousand years ago. This time, it's my turn, the Demonic Path, to seize control of destiny."