He was alone, standing on the mountain peak.

Cold wind howled past his robes, carrying grains of sand and dry dust. Below him, ridges overlapped like the spines of ancient beasts.

The sun was setting in the northwest, dyeing the sky with dull crimson and dim gold. The earth beneath reflected the light weakly—pale, barren, exhausted.

After climbing over this mountain, one would officially step into Demon territory.

Ethan lowered his gaze and summoned the system map.

The golden mark pulsed faintly on the outskirts of the Demon territory.

Golden fishing spot.

The distance was closing.

Very close.

"I don't know what reward this golden fishing spot will give me," Ethan thought calmly.

But anticipation still stirred faintly in his chest.

.....

Blackspire Mountains.

Black Demon Sect.

Black Demon Hall.

Inside the hall, thick stone pillars rose like ancient sentinels. Their surfaces were carved with dense murals—records of The Twilight of the Gods era. Ancient demons clashing with heaven and earth. Mountains collapsing. Blood staining the skies. Every pillar depicted a fragment of that era, and together they formed an epic soaked in slaughter and glory.

Bronze lamp holders lined the walls. Dim flames flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that crawled across the carvings like living things.

There was only one person in the hall.

Kara.

The current Sect Master of the Black Demon Sect.

She sat upon the throne of black stone, eyes closed, aura restrained to the extreme. Suddenly, her eyelids lifted.

Cold light flashed.

She stepped down from the throne.

Her bare feet touched the stone floor without a sound. Her skirt swayed gently. A long black dress clung to her slim figure, elegant and oppressive at once. Her face was small and delicate, eyes bright, teeth white—noble, calm, and dangerous, like a black swan gliding over still water.

"Ancestor Azraeth V'khorath… has fallen."

The words echoed softly in the hall.

Kara's expression remained composed, but deep within her eyes, shock and doubt flickered.

Azraeth V'khorath.

A direct descendant of the Earth Demon lineage.

Fifteen demonic patterns.

Such patterns symbolized not only purity of bloodline, but terrifying talent and terrifying comprehension.

The Earth Demon lineage was rumored to be immortal.

Not immortal in the absolute sense—but extraordinarily difficult to kill.

Especially Azraeth.

According to the last reports, he had relied on forbidden secret methods to force his way to the peak of the Ninth Turn Mahayana Realm in an environment starved of resources.

Someone like that… should not have died.

At least, not easily.

"To completely obliterate the Ancestor," Kara murmured inwardly, "the opponent must be no ordinary Supreme."

Late-stage Inferior Supreme.

Peak-stage Inferior Supreme.

Or even… an Intermediate Supreme.

Only such existences possessed the means to erase an Earth Demon descendant so thoroughly.

Her brows knitted faintly.

"The strongest person in the Azure Origin Dao Sect is no more than that Lyralei," Kara thought coldly.

"Could it be that she has stepped into the Supreme Realm?"

Her own cultivation had only just crossed that threshold.

For many years, her level had been on par with Lyralei's.

If Kara had stepped into Supreme, then Lyralei should be close as well.

But—

"It shouldn't be."

Kara dismissed the thought almost immediately.

"Even if Lyralei just entered the Supreme Realm, she could not completely obliterate the Ancestor."

A peak Ninth Turn Mahayana Earth Demon was not something a newly advanced Supreme could erase.

Then—

A name surfaced in her mind.

"Ethan."

More than ten years ago, that name had shaken Skyreach Territory.

One battle.

One rise.

And then silence.

His fame had spread quickly—even reaching Blackspire Mountains.

"If Ethan and the Blood Tavern behind him acted together, they could indeed kill the Ancestor," Kara admitted inwardly.

But she shook her head.

"According to previous intelligence, Ethan should have left the Azure Origin Dao Sect long ago."

If Ethan were still closely tied to the Azure Origin Dao Sect, there was no reason for that sect to remain silent for ten years.

They would have already counterattacked the Black Demon Sect with his power.

"No informants… no clarity."

Kara exhaled slowly.

Ever since her disciple had been defeated by Althea, she had known.

All spies planted within the Azure Origin Dao Sect had been exposed.

She had withdrawn most of the Black Demon Sect's spies immediately.

The price was clear.

For ten years, their grasp on Skyreach Territory had weakened.

Information lagged.

Truth blurred.

At that moment—

Footsteps echoed urgently.

An elder rushed into the hall, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.

"Sect Master… something big happened!"

"I already know," Kara said calmly. "Ancestor Azraeth V'khorath is dead."

The elder froze for a moment, then nodded grimly.

"Yes. The Ancestor's life card exploded completely. There is no possibility of resurrection."

"Mm."

Kara's voice was indifferent.

As if the death of a pillar of the sect was nothing more than a ripple in still water.

"Sect Master," the elder hesitated, "now that the Ancestor has fallen, what should the Black Demon Sect do?"

"Do what must be done," Kara replied flatly.

"I have entered the Supreme Realm. This is the highest realm someone from our sect has achieved in thousands of years."

Her gaze swept across the hall like frost.

"Is that not enough to lead the Black Demon Sect to rise again?"

The elder lowered his head.

"Of course. With the Sect Master as Supreme, the Black Demon Sect will surely regain its peak."

"However… the Ancestor was still a crucial force. His fall will inevitably affect our overall strength."

"You're right," Kara said softly.

"But what can be done now?"

"What remains is simple."

"Cultivate."

"Accumulate."

"And when the timing is right—deliver a fatal blow to the Azure Origin Dao Sect."

Her words were calm.

But beneath them lay naked killing intent.

"Understood," the elder said, bowing deeply before withdrawing.

Almost immediately, another presence entered.

A guard knelt on one knee, presenting a black envelope edged with gold.

"Sect Master. A letter from the Demon Supreme."

"…!"

Kara's pupils contracted.

The Demon Supreme.

The strongest existence across all sects of Blackspire Mountains.

Leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Direct descendant of Xarion Veldrith—the ancestor of all demons.

When he was born, the sky had trembled.

A phantom of Xarion Veldrith himself had descended from the heavens.

Ten demonic patterns at birth.

Forty-nine upon adulthood.

An absurd number.

This meant he had inherited over half of the Demon Ancestor's bloodline.

After nearly a hundred years of cultivation from his birth—

He stepped into the Supreme Realm.

Fully awakened.

Unparalleled.

A genius unseen in Blackspire Mountains for ten thousand years.

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