One day later.
Primordial Ruins, Secret Realm No. 5, Demon Sacrificial Altar.
Twelve black stone pillars engraved with twisted human faces supported the altar’s dome, each face had its mouth agape, bleeding and giving off faint, ghostly wails.
In the center of the altar on the basalt sacrificial platform, dark golden runes writhed like living creatures, with viscous black blood flowing between them, forming an ancient demon formation on the ground. The air filled with a putrid wind surging forth. At the four corners of the altar stood four bone statues, their hollow eye sockets flickering with ghostly blue flames, seemingly watching what was about to unfold.
Dozens of Demon Cultivators from the Primordial Demon Sect wore black robes and bronze masks, the beast eyes on the masks inlaid with blood-red jewels, emitting an eerie glow.
They formed seals with their hands, reciting ancient and malevolent incantations. A shroud of black mist surrounded the Demon Cultivators, within which grim ghostly faces flickered in tune with the chant.
The leader of the Demon Cultivators had blood pouring from his palm, with droplets from his fingertips forming blood-red chains that slowly sank into the abyss at the center of the altar.
Suddenly, a muffled rumbling emanated from the depths of the altar, the black vortex spinning wildly. From it, Demonic Qi solidified into countless ominous arms, stretching upwards towards the sky.
An overpowering, malevolent aura spread from the depths of the earth, causing the entire ground to tremble, as if heralding the awakening of an Ancient Demon.
"Damn, still a bit short."
"If it weren’t for the interference from the Celestial Secret Sect last time, we might have succeeded by now."
The leading Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator gritted his teeth and said, his name was Bone-devouring Daoist.
He was the leader of this group of Demon Cultivators from the Primordial Demon Sect, responsible for the revival of the Ancient Demon.
Once successfully revived, the entire Void Realm would fall under the domain of the Demon Dao.
At that time, the Primordial Demon Sect would not merely occupy a small territory but would rule the entire world.
No forces would then be able to hinder the Primordial Demon Sect.
"Don’t worry, the Celestial Secret Sect may stop us temporarily, but not forever."
"Previously, they were severely damaged by our Primordial Demon Sect, suffering heavy losses."
"In the short term, they shouldn’t be able to send forces into the Primordial Ruins again."
"So, now is our golden opportunity."
"Taking advantage of the Celestial Secret Sect’s weakened state, let’s intensify our efforts and successfully revive the Ancient Demon."
Another Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator clenched his fists, speaking excitedly.
He felt that they were just a tiny step away from resurrecting the Ancient Demon.
Moreover, now the entire Primordial Ruins was shrouded in endless Demonic Qi, making it difficult for the Righteous Cultivators to enter.
Even if they managed to enter, the pervasive Demonic Qi would erode their strength, rendering them ineffective.
Therefore, he believed the plan was foolproof this time.
"It’s a pity. If the Divinity Transformation Ancestors could personally oversee this altar, it would be foolproof. But with just us here, I’m still a bit uneasy, feeling like something unexpected could happen."
"It’s unavoidable, the Sect’s Divinity Transformation Ancestors need to monitor those Righteous Divinity Transformation Cultivators and prevent them from taking reckless actions, so they can’t intervene personally. Otherwise, it would trigger a war between righteousness and demons, which is why only we Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators can take action, concealing our intentions and successfully completing the plan."
"You are right, even if the Sect’s ancestors can’t take action, those Righteous Divinity Transformation Cultivators can’t either, so our only opponents are those Righteous Nascent Souls. Even if someone comes to disrupt, they won’t be able to affect us."
The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators discussed among themselves.
Each one bore an expression of extreme arrogance, convinced that the plan was infallible.
After all, the Primordial Ruins had become entirely their domain.
If those Righteous Nascent Souls dared to step into this place, they would surely perish without a trace.
"Indeed, that’s the case."
"However, we still need more sacrifices."
"Send more disciples to capture those Righteous Cultivators back."
"I need the blood and souls of those Righteous Cultivators to awaken the slumbering Ancient Demon."
Bone-devouring Daoist said murderously.
Even though the plan appeared foolproof, he remained extremely cautious.
Until the plan was completed, everything was uncertain; anything could happen along the way.
He would not permit a second failure.
Reviving the Ancient Demon required numerous precious sacrifices, and not even the wealth of the Primordial Demon Sect could sustain many attempts.
If this chance was missed, they might need to recuperate for thousands of years.
...
Meanwhile, a figure appeared at this location, and undoubtedly, it was Jiang Fan.
His Spiritual Sense enveloped the area, instantly covering the entire region.
"There are a total of fifteen Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators."
"Taking care of these individuals should disrupt the altar."
"But these Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators have many tricks up their sleeves, can’t let them escape."
"Otherwise, it will surely provoke the Primordial Demon Sect, which would lead to huge troubles."
Jiang Fan squinted his eyes.
Without a doubt, the Spiritual Sense of the Divinity Transformation Level was exceedingly powerful, beyond what these Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators could detect.
Even if he casually sensed them, these Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators could not perceive any anomalies.
But more importantly was the power of the Celestial Cicada Spirit Leaf.
This treasure could diminish his presence and hide his aura.
Even if a Divinity Transformation Cultivator were here, they would struggle to notice his existence.