The Grey-clothed Young Master, upon hearing this, exchanged suspicious glances with a few others. The one who established the Demon Path was none other than the Demon Ancestor. Could their master be the Demon Ancestor?

Recalling the elder's previous exclamation that this person had two spiritual intelligences within, the current state was clearly not Zhener's. Considering the series of statements from the opposite party, it's not difficult to make some guesses; perhaps the other spiritual intelligence truly belonged to someone from the Demon Path and recognized the Demon Ancestor?

Could it be the spiritual intelligence of an ancient figure from the Demon Ancestor's era possessing her?

Thinking of Zhener coming from the Divine Fire Domain, and remembering that many ancient powerful beings had vanished upon entering the Divine Fire Domain, the group grew increasingly astonished.

Seeing that they remained silent for a long time, the bald elder reprimanded, "Why aren't you answering?"

The Grey-clothed Young Master cautiously asked, "I've never heard of any master within the Demon Path, only the Demon Ancestor who founded it. Ancestor of ancestors. What is this title of master you refer to?"

"Demon Ancestor? The one who established the Demon Path?" The bald elder muttered in doubt, also feeling that there shouldn't be a second person who founded the Demon Path. Moreover, the title 'Demon Ancestor' sounded like an honorific, so he tentatively replied, "Yin!"

Upon hearing this, the four exchanged glances once again. The Grey-clothed Young Master, with a look of certainty, said, "It's no mistake then; the Demon Ancestor who founded the Demon Path is indeed 'Yin,' and the one you refer to as master is the same person."

"Oh, he is already honored as Ancestor." The bald elder realized suddenly, then flicked his cloak and waved his hand, "Quickly, take me to pay my respects to the Demon Ancestor."

"Ah, this..." The Grey-clothed Young Master was stunned, and the others shared strange expressions.

The bald elder barked, "No need to worry, I will bear any blame myself, just lead the way."

The Grey-clothed Young Master hesitantly asked, "Who are you really?"

A hint of disdain crossed the bald elder's brows as he replied, "Who I am, you are not qualified to know. If there's a chance later, you will naturally find out. Lead the way!"

The Grey-clothed Young Master initially wanted to bluff, but knowing that once they left this mansion, seeing the situation outside might reveal a changed world, and considering that the entity resided within the elder's body, they feared causing harm. Acknowledging the elder's current value as treasure, they couldn't afford the loss, so after thinking it over, they honestly confessed, "It's not that we won't lead the way, but there's no way to take you. The Demon Ancestor was a figure from ancient times, long deceased for countless years, and no one can meet him."

"Outrageous!" The bald elder shouted angrily, "The master has reached the Immortal Realm, with peerless cultivation power, you dare speak disrespectfully, do you truly think I dare not kill you?"

A nearby expert sighed, "From your words, you seem to come from ancient times, unaware that the world has changed. Nowadays, the Demon Path is in decline, barely surviving in hiding, asking outside will reveal this truth, it's hard to deceive you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald elder's eyes flashed, and he vanished into the sky.

The group was slightly shocked, but couldn't possibly leave the bald elder unattended, so they immediately followed at a leap.

The Grey-clothed Young Master urgently transmitted, "Flying is forbidden within the Royal Capital without permission, discovered will lead to apprehension!"

Apparently heeding the advice, the bald elder quickly landed after flying a short distance.

When they caught up, they found the elder had already overturned a carriage on the road, dragging it into the forest with horse and carriage in tow. The people inside the carriage had just climbed out when they were captured from afar, their necks grabbed.

The horse struggling to rise suddenly collapsed, blood bursting from it, as its head was kicked away.

Seeing this one directly capturing someone for questioning, the pursuing group did not stop him, observing while the Grey-clothed Young Master instructed his companions to handle the scene aftermath.

The bald elder didn't ask anything else; the person suffering this unprovoked disaster knew nothing but was aware that the Demon Ancestor was ancient history.

Realizing the decline of the Demon Path was true, indeed now a world dominated by the so-called Righteous Path, the bald elder appeared deeply indignant, smashing the carriage passenger's head with a single palm, then raised his head to gaze towards the sky between tree branches with a sense of loss, saying, "How could this be, the master was at the height of power, feared by all, people dreading the master's wrath, everyone was on edge. It was just when the master's Demon Skills reached Great Success, about to unify the six realms, how could anyone defeat the master..."

This didn't seem like pretence; the few observing quietly speculated, trying to guess who this person might be.

Of course, more importantly, was how to let the elder escape.

Suddenly, the bald elder cast a cold glance over the group, asking, "Who defeated the master?"

They all shook their heads, the Grey-clothed Young Master explained, "Over time, with the so-called rise of the Righteous Path, there were times the Demon Path nearly went extinct, only to revive again. Much of the ancient history has long scattered in the dust of time, hard to recreate its original state. Not only us in the Demon Path, but even the Heavenly Court cannot clarify the circumstances of the Demon Ancestor's defeat..."

The bald elder sharply interrupted, "No one could kill the master, I wasn't completely erased, let alone the master's Divine Skills!"

Though he spoke thus, he still had to face the reality that the Demon Ancestor was defeated, and he asked once more, "During that time, there were only a few who could contend with the master, how could the person who defeated the ancestor be unknown?"

The Grey-clothed Young Master, "Not only you, this puzzles and baffles many. Some say it was an ancient cultivator in hiding, who was unwilling to see the world in chaos and rivers of blood, so they emerged. Others rumor that the one who defeated the Demon Ancestor was actually from within the Demon Path, an internal traitor seized the opportunity when the Demon Ancestor was caught off guard. These are two relatively reliable explanations; other scattered tales are even more absurd."

The bald elder was silent for a while, seemingly slowly accepting this reality; after a long time, he suddenly asked, "What is the state of the Demon Path now?"

A master who had captured Zhener couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you? Without clarifying your identity, why pry into our Demon Path?"

The bald elder cast a cold gaze upon them, his eyes filled with disdain.

They suddenly felt the ground beneath them was wrong, looking down at the ground as they quickly leaped up, but the expert who had just questioned failed to escape in time.

A few enchanting pink threads suddenly burst from the ground, entwining his feet.

He was shocked and wanted to leap up into the air, but countless threads shot out like rays from the earth, countless enchanting pink threads enwrapped his limbs and body, forcibly pulling him down.

"Ah, hey..." He shouted, trying to use his cultivation to break free from the pull.

However, the mana he exerted did not erupt with any power, instead countless streams of light shot out from his body, pouring along the threads into the ground.

The grey-clothed Young Master and others perched on nearby trees were suddenly startled, looking around, noticing the flowers, trees, and plants in the mountain forest growing at a visible speed, almost seeming like an illusion.

Returning their gaze to the companion pulled by the threads, he had become withered, his figure turned instantly gaunt and bony.

They wanted to urgently attack to rescue their companion but feared harming the elder's physical body, and also feared making noise that would alert the Beijulu Royal Court.

In just a moment of hesitation, even more terrifying things happened—the companion tangled in the threads had eyes that withered visibly, two eye sockets quickly forming black holes.

At that moment, the countless strange pink threads instantly vanished, and the dried-up body that was ensnared crumbled like ash, a living person disintegrated into flying ash blown away by the wind, leaving only clothing falling to the ground.

The three grey-clothed Young Master and others had never seen such a bizarre scene; each felt as if an invisible hand was strangling their necks, wanting to breathe but being stuck, utterly shocked, too scared to move.

Even if it was cultivation at the Heavenly Immortal Minor Realm, that's still the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortal Realm; to have no resistance and turn to ash is too terrifying.

Even if Evil Spirit's intelligence attached to the elder's body borrowed the elder's cultivation, the elder's strength wouldn't reach such terrifying levels.

And the surrounding trees and grass instantly became extremely lush, their leaves turning dark green and oily.

More terrifying was seeing other companions' feet on the branches also being suddenly entwined by strange red threads, then looking down at their own feet, realizing they were also tangled, probably during the moment of shock.

The three had their scalps numb, each swallowed dryly, recalling the situation where the companion turned to ash and couldn't escape, no one dared to move rashly.

At this moment, they already believed the Evil Spirit might truly possess the intelligence of a Demon Ancestor contemporary.

"Come down and answer!" The bald elder said lightly, not even bothering to glance at them.

Therefore, the three obediently jumped down, with the bizarre threads still wound around their feet, they stayed vigilant, attempting to use mana to break free, only to find that no matter how strong the mana, it was drawn away by the strange threads.

The bald elder warned, "Don't waste your efforts, none of you have the qualification to escape. I need to know the state of the Demon Path and the world. If anything contradicts what I've learned, you'll regret it."

The restrained three exchanged suspicious glances.

"With the decline of the Demon Path, what state can it be, only avoiding sharp fronts..." The grey-clothed Young Master finally sighed and narrated the situation.

He only spoke of the general trend and roughly, without detailing his sect's specific circumstances, but even so, it took him a long time.

During this time, perhaps some passerby noticed the abnormal growth in the plants of the mountain forest and ran in to check, only to be killed by mysteriously appearing pink threads.

Occasionally interjecting questions, after understanding the situation, the bald elder murmured to himself, "The Three Sects have also split up, the grand undertaking created by the Lord himself has declined to this...

After some quiet contemplation, he suddenly flicked his fingers, pulling off the grey-clothed Young Master's mask, revealing his true face.

A middle-aged man of noble demeanor appeared, Refining Heaven Sect's Mountain Patrol Hall Master Ju Shihong gasped, "It's you? Weren't you already dead?"

The grey-clothed Young Master exposed his true identity suddenly seemed at a loss; he was none other than Nanshan Right Minister's son Gong Yuanzhi.

Ju Shihong had seen him before, and not just once; as far as he knew, Gong Yuanzhi had been killed on Li Huo Island, the incident made quite a noise, unexpected to find him resurrected here, given Gong Yuanzhi's aristocratic background, the more Ju Shihong thought, the more shocked he became.

Another Heavenly Immortal expert was equally astonished.

The bald elder merely glanced at their reactions, showing no curiosity about Gong Yuanzhi's identity, twisting his fingers to send several red threads onto their bodies, quickly penetrating their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Soon, red light began emitting from their foreheads.

Gong Yuanzhi asked in horror, "What did you do to us?"

"It's nothing, just the 'Heart Binding Spell'," the bald elder replied calmly, clasping his fingers and casting a spell.

"Ah!" A simultaneous cry of misery erupted, Gong Yuanzhi and the others fell to the ground clutching their heads, struggling and screaming, unable to live or die, drenched in sweat in an instant.

Watching them suffer, the bald elder released the finger technique, surveying the eased yet panting three, indifferently stated, "Since Situ Gu wants to hold leverage for a deal, let it be his wish, take me back to Refining Heaven Sect."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.