Yunzhou.
At this moment, near the Silver Sky River.
A great battle between members of the demon race was underway.
It was a competition for the role of a "mount".
These demons, in order to become the mount of the Sect Master of the Wayless Sect, had set aside their pride.
Ao Yu did not understand the benefits of becoming the mount of the Sect Master of the Wayless Sect, but these great demon monarchs that had lived for who knows how many years surely did.
How could they possibly stand by and watch such an enormous opportunity fall into the hands of the Silver Sky River Dragon Manor?
Almost because of this, countless demons poured out from West State, battling in Yunzhou for over a month.
However, even after a month of fierce fighting, no one had been able to stand out and suppress the other demons.
This stalemate continued on.
There was no helping it.
Yunzhou was controlled by the Yin Yang Array Sect.
These demons, battling here, could not use their full strength for fear of damaging something in Yunzhou.
Under these restrictions,
it seemed impossible for anyone to come out on top anytime soon.
That’s what everyone thought.
Until this day, when several overwhelming and powerful demonic auras emanated from within Yunzhou, startling everyone.
Both the Yin Yang Array Sect’s people in charge and the fighting great demon monarchs were awakened by this demonic aura.
This aura was grand.
Fare surpassing those of the great demon monarchs.
And within the demonic aura, there was a hint of ancient, bygone eras.
A far cry from what the current great demon monarchs could compare with.
"Demon..."
"So many demons..."
"These are demons of a new era..."
Voices full of vicissitudes sounded from within the demonic aura, and in an instant, spread throughout Yunzhou.
...
At the Yin Yang Array Sect, situated on a floating island.
Zhang Han, who had been originally in seclusion bonding with the Taiyin Star, suddenly opened his eyes at that moment.
"These several strands of demonic aura."
"Why do they resemble Senior Bai so much?"
Zhang Han’s face showed a serious expression.
He could clearly feel how terrifying and profound these several strands of demonic aura were.
Most importantly, these strains of demonic aura came from within his Yunzhou, not from outside.
Clearly, these demons were either sleeping within Yunzhou, or something had suddenly awakened them.
Moreover, these demons were definitely not from this era, they were very likely remnants of the Ancient Times, or even from a time far beyond the Ancient Times, contemporaneous with his Respected Master and the others.
"These things, I’m afraid I can’t handle them alone, I need to summon help!"
Zhang Han made this decision very decisively.
Summon help!
Summon his senior apprentice-brother over!
With the help of his senior apprentice-brother, even if these demons were from the Ancient Times, they could by no means be opponents.
Zhang Han sent a message towards the direction of East State.
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Then, he quietly mobilized the Zhou Tian Xingchen, using the Taiyin Star as the main focus, and erected Great Formations that enveloped the entire Yunzhou.
...
Elsewhere.
By the Silver Sky River.
The battling great demon monarchs all stopped their actions, each standing in place with difficulty, their gazes filled with reverence toward the direction from where the several strands of demonic auras had erupted.
They were all members of the demon race.
Their sensitivity to this demonic aura was particularly profound.
In almost an instant, they felt it.
The demons emitting these auras were far stronger than they were, by more than just a little bit.
It wasn’t a matter of differing cultivation levels, but a pure suppression of bloodline.
The owners of these demonic auras had bloodlines vastly superior to theirs.
"This demonic aura... does anyone recognize it...?"
"Recognize... the hell, I’m doing well just not to kneel, let alone recognize... This demonic aura is definitely not something we can deal with..."
"What is that? We have Ancient Great Demons here, could there be any monsters stronger than those Ancient Great Demons?"
All the Demon Kings present exclaimed in shock, their eyes turning toward the Ancient Great Demons, who seemed to have forgotten the word ’face’ and aspired to be mounts.
The Ancient Great Demons looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What are you looking at us for?"
"Exactly, we can’t handle this demon aura either. The owner of this aura, I’m afraid, is from an era far beyond ours..."
The Ancient Great Demons said hastily.
A demon far beyond the Ancient Great Demons...
The pupils of the Demon Kings constricted sharply.
How long had an Ancient Great Demon lived?
They were counted in increments of hundreds of thousands of years.
They were at a loss to imagine a demon far beyond the Ancient Great Demons.
Meanwhile, the ancient demon auras had already swept over from afar, swiftly enveloping the entire Silver Sky River.
Under the astonished gazes of the many members of the Demon Race,
those streams of demon aura took shape into form, with four humanoid silhouettes emerging.
The appearances of these four figures were indistinct to anyone.
But the phantoms each figure cast behind them were clear to all the members of the Demon Race.
The phantoms behind each figure were all very peculiar.
The leading figure had a phantom behind them that looked like a gigantic dog but not quite.
The phantom to its left had the body of a sheep and the face of a human.
The phantom to its right resembled a tiger with wings.
The ghost behind the last figure was the most bizarre: a human head, tiger’s legs, and the tusks of a wild boar.
All four figures were shrouded in mystery.
Upon their arrival, in an instant, all the Demon Kings and Great Demons on the field couldn’t withstand it; they all knelt to the ground, shuddering uncontrollably.
This was absolute bloodline suppression.
"This new era’s Demon Race seems a bit weak,"
said the leading figure indifferently.
His voice spread throughout the Silver Sky River.
All the Demon Kings and Great Demons wanted to lift their heads and speak, but in front of these four figures,
they couldn’t vocalize any words. Their mouths opened, but no sound came out.
This immense bloodline pressure was oppressing them.
"Indeed, the new era’s Demon Race is weak. However, what are these demons gathering here for?"
Another figure beside him asked.
"Let me see what these demons are gathering for here,"
another figure stepped forward and spoke.
After that,
he stepped out and reached toward the Firmament with his palm.
His palm transformed into a massive hand that surged into the world, trying to extract information from the Heavenly Dao.
The other three figures: "?"
In a blink, their faces darkened.
Who were they?
From the Ancient Times, the Four Great Beasts!
They were the remnants of an old era,
existence shunned by the New Heaven and Earth, not accepted by the new era.
They had just revived from the New Heaven and Earth, and the world had yet to notice them, so no measures had been taken against them. They had been able to exist freely for a while.
But this one went straight for a poke at the New Heaven and Earth’s backside.
Wasn’t that just lamenting that they had it too easy?
The three of them wanted to curse someone out.
But before they could even start,
torrents of blood-red, ferocious lightning suddenly struck down.
The Firmament itself turned blood-red,
as if to display the wrath of the world...
Getting its backside poked for no reason,
who would stand for that...