Ink Shadow Luo and Magic Shadow Yue

Gu Changyuan arrived in the sky above the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the sect was finally completely and unreservedly revealed before his eyes.

The core of the entire sect was an incomparably massive black coffin.

It was a profound, dark black overall, and its surface was not smooth, but covered with countless fine, intricate dark red patterns.

The coffin lid bulged slightly, and at each of its four corners hung a fist-sized, eternally burning eerie blue ghost fire.

From a distance, it looked like a large coffin, but upon closer inspection, one would find many windows and floors on it.

Behind this main coffin were three slightly smaller coffin-shaped buildings of similar design.

The entire Heavenly Demon Sect was centered around these four coffin halls, one main and three auxiliary, spreading and extending outward layer by layer.

Palaces, pavilions, cave dwellings, and cultivation towers guarded these four colossal structures.

When that iconic black streak of light appeared at the edge of the sect's airspace, the entire Heavenly Demon Sect's warning array lit up in response.

The law of survival in the Demon Realm was completely different from that of the Human and Demon realms. Here, there was no gentleness, courtesy, or restraint, and no holding back in sparring or probing.

In the Demon Realm, exposing an unfamiliar aura was equivalent to a declaration of war, and approaching the airspace was an invasion.

Every day, every moment, and every inch of the border was strictly guarded by the divine sense of the Heavenly Demon Sect's elders, like a bowstring that was forever drawn tight.

"Who dares to trespass!"

In the void, two figures with majestic auras emerged almost simultaneously.

They were Elder Taiyin and the Supreme Elder, who were responsible for today's perimeter security. A man and a woman, one at the late stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm and the other at the peak of the Mahayana realm.

The moment they appeared, monstrous demonic energy surged around them, and their palms were already raised, ready to strike.

However, just as their eyes locked onto the blurry figure within the streak of light.

A deep voice, carrying an uncontrollable tremble yet an unquestionable majesty, rang out from the hundred-zhang-tall main coffin.

The voice instantly echoed throughout the entire Heavenly Demon Sect, overpowering all aura fluctuations.

"Stand down!"

Hearing this, Elder Taiyin and the Supreme Elder instantly stiffened. The vigilance and solemnity on their faces were immediately replaced by astonishment and reverence.

Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, they immediately bowed in salute and slowly retreated to the side.

And in the split second they stepped back.

Two figures appeared in the void directly above the Heavenly Demon Sect without any warning.

They were two women.

They stood side by side, yet they gave off a terrifying oppressive feeling, as if the entire sky was submitting beneath their feet.

The woman on the right wore a dark black long dress with hidden patterns. The edges of the skirt were embroidered with overlapping bat wing patterns in dark silver threads.

Her neck was slender, and her skin was as lustrous and pale as thousand-year-old ancient jade.

Her waist-length silver hair was unbound and draped over her back. The ends of her hair hovered below her waist, moving without wind, swaying gently.

The most striking feature was her heterochromatic eyes.

Her right eye was a stagnant sea of scarlet blood, profound and majestic, carrying a domineering aura that could shatter a soul with a single glance.

Her left eye was as profound as pure ink, calm as water, and indifferent as the night.

Below her tailbone, a slender, soft, and satin-black tail gently poked out from the slit of her dress, its tip slightly curled, hanging quietly.

The one on the left was almost identical to her.

The same waist-length silver hair, the same snow-pale skin, the same dark long dress, the same eerily hovering hair ends, and the same thin black tail protruding from the edge of the skirt.

Only their eyes were complete mirror opposites.

Her left eye was scarlet like a blood abyss.

Her right eye was pitch-black like a cold night.

These two were Gu Changyuan's eldest disciple, Mo Yingluo, and second disciple, Mo Yingyue, in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The two women were twins, mixed-blood descendants of two top-tier ghost races, vampires and succubi.

And at the exact same moment their figures appeared in the void, eight equally terrifying auras followed closely behind.

They instantly appeared half a step behind the two women, all bowing as they stood, their posture respectful to the extreme.

Elder Taiyin and the Supreme Elder had already completely retreated a hundred miles away.

They widened their eyes, looking at the ten figures in the void, their jaws almost dislocating.

They had just been wondering what kind of divine being dared to intrude into the Heavenly Demon Sect's airspace so brazenly.

But now...

Looking at those ten figures who did not even dare to breathe loudly, respectfully lined up to welcome the newcomer, they only felt a chill rush from their tailbones straight to the tops of their skulls.

Ten Demon Ancestors appearing all at once!

What kind of concept was this?

In the history of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the occasions that could make ten Demon Ancestors appear at the same time could be counted on one hand.

Those were true moments of life and death for the sect, the ultimate deterrent when declaring war on the outside.

But now, ten Demon Ancestors had all emerged just to welcome one person.

And when Gu Changyuan's black-clad figure was completely and clearly exposed in the sky above.

The tip of Mo Yingluo's tail curled ever so slightly for a split second.

The tip of Mo Yingyue's tail trembled gently.

It was nervousness.

It was anticipation.

It was the instinctual palpitation that could no longer be suppressed at the moment the dust finally settled after a thousand years of waiting.

Mo Yingluo spoke first.

"...Master."

Her voice was deep, carrying a hint of hoarseness.

The majesty present when she commanded them to stand down had completely vanished, replaced by a gentleness that could almost be called cautious.

Mo Yingyue did not speak.

She only used her red and black eyes to quietly, greedily, and almost impolitely gaze at the black figure in the void.

Gu Changyuan slowly nodded in response.

Just this single nod.

The ten Demon Ancestors, almost at the exact same moment, all dropped to one knee.

"Respectfully welcoming Master back to the sect!"

Ten voices overlapped, sounding like one.

Deep, devout, carrying the longing accumulated over a thousand years.

This scene directly caused Elder Taiyin and the Supreme Elder to completely petrify.

They opened their mouths, widened their eyes, and their minds went completely blank.

Mas... Master??

The Master of the ten Demon Ancestors?!

Didn't that mean...

Didn't that mean...

They abruptly turned their heads, their gazes crossing over those ten kneeling figures, staring fixedly at the black figure in the void who remained forever calm.

The founding patriarch of the Heavenly Demon Sect!

The one who existed on the most sacred title pages of the sect's ancient texts, in the legends passed down by word of mouth among every elder, and in the fantasies constructed by countless disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Sect Master!

Their old ancestor!

And at this moment, it was not just them.

Below, all throughout the Heavenly Demon Sect, countless elders, deacons, and disciples who had long been alarmed poured out from their respective cave dwellings and cultivation towers.

They looked up at the void, watching the ten figures kneeling as if on a pilgrimage, and watching that calm and collected black figure.

Countless faces, at the exact same moment, displayed the exact same expression.

Mouths wide open, eyes bulging, and brains crashing.

As for those dozen or so disciples who had been scooped up and flown all the way back by Gu Changyuan.

At this moment, they were still being supported by that gentle force, suspended at the edge of the void, unable to move and unable to escape.

They watched helplessly as all this happened, watching the ten strongest ancestors of their own sect bow down and kneel to this senior behind them.

Their mouths were open wider than anyone else's.

So he wasn't a "friend of the Demon Ancestor".

So he wasn't just a "passing peerless expert".

It turned out that the person who had casually saved them along the way, casually healed their injuries, and casually annihilated an entire Ghost Clan tribe with a single sword strike...

Was actually the true Patriarch of their Heavenly Demon Sect!