According to legend, hundreds of thousands of years ago, an emperor who called himself **Sage** fell in the Demon Territory.

The exact place of his death lay in the northwest of the Demon Territory, close to the West Sea. To the demons, that place was known as the End of the World.

To the west stretched the endless sea.

To the north lay the White North—an eternal frozen land where even demons feared to tread.

When Emperor Sage fell, his death did not end quietly.

Instead, a strange secret realm was born.

That secret realm was said to contain Emperor Sage's inheritance, as well as countless treasures he had accumulated throughout his life. Divine weapons, ancient scriptures, forbidden techniques—rumors spread endlessly.

For this reason, countless cultivators rushed to that place like moths to a flame.

Yet the secret realm was abnormal.

It rejected spiritual energy.

It rejected demonic energy.

The stronger the energy, the greater the rejection.

This single rule determined everything.

Only those below the Supreme Realm could enter freely.

As for Supremes, only those who used special secret methods to forcibly suppress their cultivation could barely step inside.

Even then, this only applied to ordinary Supremes.

For Ultimate Supremes, no matter how violently they suppressed their realm, the secret realm would still reject them completely. They could not enter—no exceptions.

Over the long years, many so-called invincible experts tried to forcibly break the secret realm.

Some were Supremes.

Some were even Emperors.

Without exception, all failed.

Not a single one succeeded.

This fact alone spoke volumes about the terror of Emperor Sage.

Even after his fall for countless eras, the secret realm formed from his death could still resist Emperor-level power.

Eventually, the great forces of the Demon Territory reached a consensus.

Since brute force was useless, they would decide entry rights based on sect heritage and strength.

When the secret realm opened, each demon sect would be allocated quotas.

Those who entered were almost always the most talented and powerful geniuses of each sect.

Old monsters rarely participated.

Over time, that secret realm evolved into a grand event within the Demon Territory.

It became known as—

The Training Trial.

The Training Trial opened once every hundred years.

But this time, something was wrong.

Only eighty-eight years had passed.

Yet the entrance to the secret realm had already appeared.

According to the rumors circulating in Netherfall City, the entrance would open automatically on the night of the next full moon.

Fifty slots.

Shared among all demon sects.

For ordinary cultivators, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

For Ethan, it was something else entirely.

He did not need a quota.

He was a pure physical cultivator. Although he possessed divine power, his true cultivation realm was only at the Intermediate Supreme level.

By relying on the breathing technique, he could perfectly conceal his aura.

Whether the secret realm would reject him or not—

He would only know after entering.

After sorting through these thoughts, Ethan calmly put down his teacup.

There was no point overthinking.

First, he would complete the fishing mission.

Everything else could wait.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness.

"I found Thousand Faces."

Ethan was stunned for a brief instant.

Then, his expression returned to calm, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"So he really is in the Demon Territory," Ethan said softly.

"The distance is very close," Onyx Orchid continued.

"About fifty miles east."

"Very good," Ethan replied. His eyes darkened slightly.

"The incomplete stone tablet and the mask are both on him."

"Last time, he escaped."

"This time, he won't have anywhere to run."

"Do you have a way to make Thousand Faces come looking for you on his own?" Ethan asked.

"Yes," Onyx Orchid replied without hesitation.

"As long as I cancel my invisible state, the Cowardly Mask will immediately sense my presence."

"They will definitely come."

Ethan's smile deepened.

"Good. Release the invisible state and lure him over."

"Understood."

With a thought, Onyx Orchid lifted his concealment.

Normally, the personalities of Onyx Orchid were naturally attracted to one another.

Those with higher authority could activate concealment and avoid being detected by lower-ranked masks.

Now, that concealment was gone.

Ethan clearly felt a strange aura slowly drifting outward from his body—subtle, mysterious, yet impossible to ignore for those who shared the same origin.

He stroked his chin, his mind racing.

Last time, Thousand Faces had escaped using the Thirty-Six Supreme Celestial Fiend Methods.

Specifically—

The Heaven and Earth Reversal Method.

After that battle, Ethan had asked Alicia about it.

The Heaven and Earth Reversal Method was terrifying.

This method could reverse time and space, manipulate cause and effect, and exchange the soul with a prepared fake body.

Even if space was sealed, even if the battlefield was locked—

The exchange would still succeed.

As long as enough fake bodies were prepared, one could almost achieve a form of immortality.

But the technique had a fatal weakness.

A waiting period.

Nearly ten years.

"Last time, Thousand Faces used a fake body," Ethan thought coldly.

"Now ten years have passed."

"With his cautious personality, he must have refined a new one."

"As long as I find that fake body first…"

"If I lock its location and then lure Thousand Faces to me…"

"Even if he activates Heaven and Earth Reversal again, I can kill him before the exchange finishes."

A complete plan rapidly formed in Ethan's mind.

Meanwhile—

Inside a cave fifty miles away.

Thousand Faces, who had been adjusting his breathing, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What did you say?" he asked sharply.

A voice echoed within him.

"I sensed another mask."

"…Another mask?"

Thousand Faces' expression changed instantly.

He possessed one of Onyx Orchid's masks.

Naturally, he knew what that meant.

Six masks.

The key to the supreme power of the Ghost God Onyx Orchid.

His breathing quickened.

"You're certain?" he asked.

"We share the same origin," the cowardly personality replied calmly.

"I will not be wrong."

"At Netherfall Pass," it added.

"Netherfall Pass... We have been there so many times before, why didn't you sense it?" Thousand faces was a little confused.

"Is it because the training trial is about to begin...there are more and more people?"

Thousand faces muttered again.

Because the training trial in the Demon territory is about to begin, a large number of demons have returned, including some humans and monsters hiding among them.

"After I refine the fake body, we will look for that mask."

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