In the Holy Son's Palace

The Holy Son's Palace was the Ten Yin Holy Son's palace.

The palace before them was snow-white, but beneath a massive rock standing in front of it, several heads and some dried blood were especially conspicuous.

The Golden Toad Dharma King cast several lingering, fearful glances at the heads of those great demons before looking away.

With the master gone, there was no need for his servants to remain.

Among the Ten Yin Holy Son's people, all the demon servants responsible for cleaning the palace, attending him in bed, preparing food, and other such duties had been buried with him, while several of his expert attendants had been beheaded.

The Golden Toad Dharma King was one of the few whose lives had been spared.

The only important task left to them was revenge, until the day they succeeded or died on the path to vengeance.

Some had already set out, while the Golden Toad Dharma King had stayed in the holy land because his injuries were too severe and he needed time to recuperate.

This was also the time the Golden Toad Dharma King had left Jin Wanliang and Zhang Xuezhou. Once his injuries were mostly healed, he too would take part in the business of revenge.

Wearing a solemn expression, he walked at the front and entered the palace, so familiar and yet so strange.

The buildings remained as they had been, but everything else had changed, and the people were gone.

There was no sign of life left in the palace.

For many, the palace was now even a forbidden place. Until the Ten Yin Holy Son was avenged or a new Holy Son appeared, few demons would dare apply to enter the palace and examine the Ten Thousand Demons Stele.

The Golden Toad Dharma King gently pushed