The Inheritor of Dark Magic Has Arrived Why Does He Look Like This Now

Time passed.

The moonlight flowed like water.

In the grand hall of the main peak of the Profound Demon Sect, the sect master and a group of elders sat solemnly.

Warm yellow spiritual flames flickered within the hall, casting shifting shadows on their faces, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

A white-haired elder stroked his beard and frowned. "Everyone is aware of the recent events."

"The inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art has reappeared."

"Seven from the Starlight Sect, one from the Ling Xiao Sect."

An elder sitting across from him hesitated before speaking. "Could it be that we..."

Before he could finish—

"Impossible."

A firm voice cut through the air.

All eyes turned.

At the head of the table sat Mo Yuan, the sect master of the Profound Demon Sect.

Clad in dark robes, his expression cold and stern, he swept his gaze over the elders before speaking in a deep voice. "Half of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art’s secret scroll has been stored deep within our sect’s archives for years, never lost."

"Moreover, every inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art in the past has emerged from our Profound Demon Sect."

"Each one was carefully selected by us as a bearer of the demonic art."

"One could say that without us, there would never have been a second inheritor."

Mo Yuan’s eyes turned icy.

The so-called inheritors were merely a ruse to mislead the masses, a means to cleanse the reputation of the Profound Demon Sect and allow them to step into the light.

But...

An elder voiced his confusion. "Sect Master, if it wasn’t us, then who is behind these recent inheritors?"

Mo Yuan fell silent.

"Father."

"Why overcomplicate things? If it wasn’t us, then it wasn’t us!"

"I believe the alliance isn’t so unreasonable that they can’t tell right from wrong!"

At that moment, a graceful young woman stepped into the hall through a side door. She wore a flowing lavender dress, a black silk ribbon cinched at her waist, accentuating her slender figure.

This was Mo Li, Mo Yuan’s daughter.

With light steps, she approached her father, her bright eyes sweeping over the elders without a trace of fear despite the tense atmosphere.

"Father, if you keep frowning like that, you’ll get more wrinkles and lose your handsome looks," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. But the elders only managed weak smiles in response.

Seeing this, she grew serious. "If we’re innocent regarding the Devouring Spirit Demon Art, then we just need to investigate and clear our name."

"Sitting here worrying won’t solve anything."

Mo Yuan shot her a glare. "What do you know? This matter concerns the reputation and future of our Profound Demon Sect. One misstep, and the alliance will come down on us hard."

He sighed.

This was no longer the era of the Profound Heaven Realm.

For survival, demonic sects had to cooperate with others.

Mo Li stuck out her tongue and clung to his arm. "Father, don’t just focus on the difficulties."

"Maybe someone’s framing us. If we find the culprit, we can prove our innocence."

"Besides, I heard this new inheritor is young but has mastered the demonic art to perfection, slipping in and out of major sects like a ghost."

"I’m actually quite curious about who they are."

"Most importantly..."

Her eyes sparkled with longing. "I really want to see the outside world. It seems so much more interesting than the Profound Heaven Realm!"

An elder snorted. "Young Lady Mo Li should stay away from modern civilization."

"After all, those who are not of our kind will never share our hearts."

Mo Li tilted her head. "Not true! I’ve met so many nice people online. They even promised to give me game accounts if I just typed ‘1’."

"Father, do you know about games? There are so many on phones that we’ve never seen before!"

The elders were at a loss for words.

How improper—the sect master’s daughter, obsessed with mobile phones!

What were they to do about this??

Mo Yuan could only look at his daughter helplessly, torn between frustration at her carefree attitude and relief that her pure, kind heart remained untouched by the sect’s ruthless ways.

Just as he was about to speak—

BOOM!!

A deafening explosion erupted from deep within the sect, like a thunderclap in clear skies. The spiritual flames in the hall flared violently, their shadows dancing wildly across the walls.

Then came the rising tide of shouts and screams.

CRASH!

The doors burst open.

A bloodied disciple stumbled in, his face twisted in terror. "Sect Master!! Disaster!! The inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art has broken in!!"

"What?!"

The elders’ expressions darkened. Exchanging glances, they vanished in flashes of movement, racing toward the disturbance.

Mo Yuan’s spiritual energy surged around him, his pupils trembling.

An inheritor?!

This can’t be real!

He turned to Mo Li urgently. "Li’er, stay here. Do not leave."

Mo Li nodded. "Yes, Father."

But what none of them noticed—

After they left, the bloodied disciple on the ground curled his lips into a faint smile.

A moment later.

By the time Mo Yuan arrived, the once-peaceful sect square had already turned into a slaughterhouse.

The ground was pockmarked with craters, shattered stones scattered everywhere, and lingering spiritual flames flickered in some areas.

Thick black smoke billowed upward, dimming even the moonlight.

Following the fluctuations of spiritual energy, Mo Yuan and the group of elders slowly raised their heads.

And then...

They witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

There,

a mass of impenetrable darkness writhed and twisted at the center of the sect square, like a monstrous beast crawling out from the abyss.

At its core stood a figure, their body seemingly wrapped in flowing night, wisps of shadow dancing like eerie tendrils in the air.

The silhouette was completely obscured by the shadows, with only a pair of faintly glowing violet eyes flickering from the depths of the darkness.

Her face appeared utterly devoured by an endless vortex of shadows, featureless, nothing but a swirling void of black.

Yet, despite this, an unmistakable aura of mockery and disdain radiated from her.

This was none other than Su Muwan in her shadow form!

At this moment, she held a disciple’s severed head aloft in her right hand, the body still twitching faintly.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, but the moment it neared the shadows, it was as if some dark force seized it.

Transforming into crimson mist, it was absorbed into the shadows, Su Muwan devouring the disciple’s cultivation like a predator feasting on prey.

With every wisp of blood she consumed, the shadows around her surged violently, her aura growing ever more oppressive.

Su Muwan tossed the disciple’s head aside, then turned her gaze toward the elders of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect.

In her shadow form, she stood like a sovereign of the night, arrogantly tilting her chin up.

Though her face remained a featureless abyss, the scorn emanating from the darkness was palpable, as if she were sneering down at them.

She taunted, "Finally decided to show up, you trash~"

!!!

A collective shudder ran through the crowd.

Mo Yuan, in particular, glared in fury, his pupils trembling.

What...

What kind of monster is this?!

None of the past inheritors of the demonic arts ever looked like this!