Grasping Evil

Ning Fan used the prize he won from the Blood Martial Arena—Nightmare Dragon Claw!

Seeing Ning Fan had refined this spirit equipment in just a few days, even Emperor Butcher, with all her experiences, couldn’t help but be slightly surprised.

The Nightmare Dragon is not a native species of the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain. According to Emperor Butcher’s knowledge, it seems to be a species from the Real Realms, while the Nightmare Dragons within the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain are said to have been captured from some demon realm in the Real Realms by Saint Nan Yao, the Herb-gathering Sage.

Nightmare Dragons in the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain only inhabit the Tenth-grade Fierce Domain Continent, and are extremely rare in number. However, each and every one possesses cultivations beyond eons. Nightmare Dragons are a type of magical dragon, renowned for the hardness and sharpness of their scales, horns, and armor, with the hardness akin to Immemorial Star Iron and the sharpness surpassing Immemorial Star Iron of the same level. Magical treasure weapons forged from these materials are even of superior quality than those of the same level of Immemorial Star Iron.

Spirit equipment forged from Nightmare Dragon scales, horns, and armor are naturally incredibly sharp but have a drawback—the demonic qi is too heavy, making them unsuitable for masters who are not evil cultivators.

Even for devil cultivators, countless years of hard work are needed to refine and subdue a piece of spirit equipment made from Nightmare Dragon magical treasure.

Even among Ancient Chaos Grand Emperors, not everyone can successfully refine the Nightmare Dragon Claw within a few days. At the very least, it requires an ancestral-level Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor to easily suppress the overwhelming demonic qi within the Nightmare Dragon Claw and subdue it quickly.

With this in mind, Emperor Butcher couldn’t help but narrow her beautiful eyes. Although she knew Ning Fan was an Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, she did not know exactly what level he was. She estimated that under the great mirage sealed by demon clans in the Dreamland Realm, at best this child was just a king blood Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, but unexpectedly, this child possessed such a powerful ancient bloodline.

Though the Nightmare Dragon Claw is merely postnatal Twelve Nirvana Spirit Equipment, it is ultimately crafted from the talons of an immortal emperor-level Nightmare Dragon. The divine skill transformations may be few, but in terms of sharpness, there are virtually no pieces of spirit equipment below the innate level that can withstand it. Combined with the attack enhancement from the Way of Rain, its attack power naturally stands out even more, making opening a hole in an Immemorial Demon Soldier no difficulty at all.

Seeing Ning Fan damage the giant sword of the assessment Corpse Monster with a single strike, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but exclaim.

Ning Fan, however, was not very surprised. Having refined this spirit equipment, he had privately tested its power and had expected such an attack result.

The Nightmare Dragon Claw is not an external spirit equipment but is equipped on the bones of Ning Fan’s hand, beneath his skin and flesh. From the outside, one cannot see the existence of the Nightmare Dragon Claw, only Ning Fan’s left hand displays signs of demonization, almost his entire left arm covered in dense Nightmare Dragon scales. Underneath the scales, veins throbbed, and the fingernails of the left hand’s fingers grew to seven inches. From afar, they gleamed with a cold light, resembling indestructible blades rather than nails.

"The first sword..."

Despite Ning Fan piercing the giant sword with his five fingers, Shen Ershisan remained expressionless, as if the matter was trivial in his eyes. His stiff, dark blue wrist lightly shook the giant sword, and an unimaginable powerful force, like furious waves crashing against the shore, dominantly spread through the sword body. In an instant, Ning Fan only felt intense pain in the bones of his left finger, unable to hold onto the giant sword.

He knew that in terms of physical strength alone, the gap between him and Shen Ershisan was significant. Even though Shen Ershisan was subjected to various constraints and unable to exert full strength, his strength still surpassed Ning Fan’s!

Shen Ershisan seemed to be merely performing his duty, slicing through Ning Fan’s first sword, then proceeded with the second sword.

Still a tremendously heavy sword, the heaviness not only stemmed from the sword’s weight or human strength but also involved a slight change in Dao laws.

Today was Ning Fan’s first time seeing such Dao laws; with all his years of cultivation and experience, he couldn’t discern which Dao it might be, only perceiving a vague chaos, unable to see clearly. Yet at this moment, there was no time to think further, his figure advanced instead of retreating, the black rays from the demon left claw erupted, and five fingers slashed upward, producing five crescent-shaped black blades that cut through the air, meeting the mighty fallen giant sword.

Boom!

A deafening boom resounded, yet it was the result of an equally matched confrontation, with the five blades blocking the second sword and leaving five gaps on Shen Ershisan’s giant sword blade.

Furthermore, a voice seemed to directly emanate from Ning Fan’s soul.

"Fellow clan member... grant me... release..."

"I... exchange my remains and blood... for your karma..."

"Grant me... release..."

"You are... Seal Devil Peak’s Master... I can... sense..."

"Grant me... a devil burial..."

Devil burial, what devil burial?

Seal Devil Peak’s Master? What does it mean?

Ning Fan felt extremely strange at this moment; he discovered that this voice from the depths of his soul was born from the resonance between two ancient bloodlines.

Speaking, without doubt, was a long-dead ancient demon senior, seemingly through a unique divine skill, preserving a trace of his power within his scant remains and blood to convey his last words.

No one else could hear; only he, as an ancient demon, could hear.

No time for Ning Fan to ponder further; the third sword arrived, forcing Ning Fan to focus and face the third sword.

Facing three swords consecutively was not a significant matter, but leaving damage continuously on the Immemorial Demon Soldier was indeed daunting.

The surroundings naturally erupted in exclamations again, yet beyond exclamations, there arose some doubts. It’s known that this strength trial prohibits using spells to block the giant sword strikes. Doubters assumed Ning Fan employed means other than physical strength to participate in the trial. However, those observant could see clearly that Ning Fan only used a spirit equipment that amplifies physical attack power. The strikes released didn’t consume mana but rather the legendary ancient demon essence.

This did not violate the trial rules.

The battle of strength between Ning Fan and Shen Ershisan continued!

The fourth sword, the fifth sword... the fourteenth sword, sweat began to appear on Ning Fan’s forehead, but quickly washed away in the rain. Enduring Shen Ershisan’s strikes posed a significant expenditure for him at merely the Nine Nirvana Heavenly Demon stage. As for Shen Ershisan, though no sign of exhaustion appeared, the gaps on the giant sword increased, yet his low spirit awareness seemingly prevented him from realizing, continuing to swing sword after sword.

What Ning Fan couldn’t understand was that with each sword Shen Ershisan slashed, it came accompanied by a soul sound, constantly asking Ning Fan for a devil burial.

"Fellow clan member...why won’t you...grant me...a demon burial..."

"Lord of the Demon-Sealing Peak...why won’t you...give me...relief..."

"I want...a demon burial..."

What is a demon burial, how would Ning Fan know?

The fifteenth sword, the sixteenth sword...the forty-second sword, Ning Fan understood that these forty-two swords marked the limit of his physical strength. The Ancient Demon Essence was not infinite; at this moment, he had nearly exhausted his internal essence after forty-two rounds of confrontation.

This Shen Ershisan is really strong, Hongcang, Wuxx Yan, Stone of Seabed, Sha Bailou... those who achieved scores over a hundred swords were not mere names. Even in terms of body refinement alone, even the least adept at Body Cultivation, Hongcang, surpassed him greatly in body cultivation.

The trial of strength, the trial of strength...this was a test of body cultivation strength. Ning Fan could use the added Dao traces to enhance the sharpness of his devil claws, slowly damaging Shen Ershisan’s giant sword, but he could not use them to increase his body refinement cultivation.

If his Ancient Demon cultivation were higher, if he had more internal essence, he could also attempt to withstand one hundred swords, two hundred swords, but right now, it was impossible.

This is what it means to be exhausted; without a trump card, he might lose to Shen Ershisan’s sword within a few strikes.

Is it really so that only by using the Luminous Pearl given by Emperor Butcher to restore his cultivation once can he defeat Shen Ershisan and give him relief?

Indeed, the basics sealed by the Punishment Ring are all Calamity Blood cultivation, and temporarily unsealing the Punishment Ring does not help strengthen physical power. But if he restores his cultivation, at the very least he can unleash the power of the various Dao traces to their fullest. Coupled with the application of multiple Dao traces on the Nightmare Dragon Claw to its strongest degree, Ning Fan is confident that he can destroy everything Shen Ershisan has within a few moves!

The sharpness of the Nightmare Dragon Claw, combined with the power of several Dao traces, gives it an attack power that should not be underestimated!

As Ning Fan contemplated, deep within his soul, Shen Ershisan’s plea echoed again.

"The Lifestealer Technique...is proof of the Master of the Demon-Sealing Summit..."

"You are...Lord Mo Zhong’s...chosen successor..."

"Please, my lord...use the Lifestealer Technique...to grant me a demon burial..."

So the Lifestealer Technique is the proof of the Master of the Demon-Sealing Summit? Knowing the Lifestealer Technique marks one as the chosen Master of the Demon-Sealing Peak?

Ning Fan had never known this before. In the past, he only knew that he learned a divine skill from the Great Emperor Mo Zhong, not realizing that the skill carried such significant meaning?

Of course, now was not the time to dwell on such meanings. What intrigued Ning Fan was what it meant to use the Lifestealer Technique for a demon burial.

He didn’t understand why Shen Ershisan mentioned this, or maybe he could try heeding Shen Ershisan’s request and see how using the Lifestealer Technique would grant him a demon burial?

With this in mind, Ning Fan secretly activated the Lifestealer Technique. Initially, he felt nothing, but moments later, his expression shifted dramatically, as if the roaring crowd had fallen silent, yet from the heavens and the earth, he heard countless cries of unwillingness...

"Forty-two swords, it seems this is the limit for this boy. This score might be considered decent for others, but compared to my disciple Sha Bailou’s score of nearly six hundred swords, it’s hardly worth mentioning. Does Emperor Foqi still think this boy is stronger than my disciple Sha Bailou?" Emperor Lou Tuo chuckled, speaking toward Emperor Foqi’s direction with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Fellow Daoist, do not underestimate this boy. This boy should have more cards to play. Don’t forget, he is an Ancient Demon, and I’ve sensed a certain aura of lost Ancient Demon divine skills on him..." Emperor Foqi seemed to have great confidence in Ning Fan.

"Lost Ancient Demon divine skills? Ancient Demons are lower-class beings. Legend has it that the lost divine skills of the Ancient Demons are each inconceivably powerful, but in the eyes of us Buddhist cultivators, Ancient Demon divine skills are not impressive. So what if this boy knows one or two lost Ancient Demon divine skills?" Emperor Lou Tuo scoffed, his words full of pride as a Buddhist cultivator.

Lost Ancient Demon divine skills have the word "lost" in them, naturally indicating they are mostly forgotten arts. The inheritance of these lost Ancient Demon arts has long been severed, and their names rarely circulate anymore. Even as an Immortal Emperor, Emperor Lou Tuo had only heard of three such lost Ancient Demon divine skills. Techniques like the Bone Fragmenting into Soldiers Art, Demon Pupil Transference Art, and Great Demon Void Escape may not be lacking in power, but the Buddhist law includes supreme secrets that specifically counter these Ancient Demon divine skills. Thus, Emperor Lou Tuo naturally saw no exceptional value in them.

When facing demons, the Buddha has its pride. Disdain for demonic divine skills is par for the course.

Emperor Lou Tuo did not think Ning Fan had any extraordinary lost Ancient Demon divine skills that could earn him a higher score, but Emperor Foqi had a different idea.

Emperor Foqi was one of the few within the Dabei Clan who had deeply studied Ancient Demons. If he was not mistaken, Ning Fan seemed to have been brewing a lost Ancient Demon divine skill ever since receiving the first sword...

The vast majority of Ancient Demon divine skills have corresponding Buddhist laws to suppress them, but there are a very few exceptions among these skills...

"If I am not mistaken, the technique this boy uses should be the number one art among the Nine Great Forbidden Techniques once ranked highest on the Seal of the Demon-Sealing Peak, and he has almost touched its third realm..."

Emperor Foqi had his suspicions, but his face remained unchanged, with a playful smile, as he said to Emperor Lou Tuo, "Since you doubt, Fellow Daoist, why not continue our previous bet and wager on whether this boy can reach one hundred swords?"

"A bet? Certainly, if you lose, you shall give your three million times refined Demon Scolding Nine Palaces Iron to me!" Emperor Lou Tuo said unreservedly.

"Hehe, that is the innate material I have refined three million times. Fellow Daoist truly speaks boldly, but so be it, let’s bet with this item! However, in that case, I will not be polite. If you lose, I want your Green Fierce and Yuan Ze out of your seven Innate Fire Spirits. Don’t ask for Malicious Sparrow, as that fire spirit has long been in someone else’s stomach. Even if I want it, I wouldn’t look for you..." Emperor Foqi sneered suddenly, hitting a nerve in Emperor Lou Tuo’s heart.

Malicious Sparrow!

Having spent millions of years laboriously refining the seven Great Fire Spirits, only to have Ning Fan devour the Malicious Sparrow, how could Emperor Lou Tuo not harbor hatred!

"You can only choose between Green Fierce and Yuan Ze, not both. At most, I’ll give you half a Green Fierce! I cannot bet such a complete fire spirit for your mere piece of Demon Scolding Nine Palaces Iron!"

"If that’s the case, we’ll bet on Green Fierce."

"Haha, very well, then I shall await your piece of Demon Scolding Nine Palaces Iron."

Thinking that soon he would win the Demon Scolding Nine Palaces Iron from Emperor Foqi, Emperor Lou Tuo’s originally gloomy expression brightened significantly.

As they spoke, Ning Fan had already taken the 49th sword. For this 49th sword, Ning Fan had no excess essence to wield the sword to block the Giant Sword, instead using the demon claw to forcibly block it.

This sword, Ning Fan caught with extreme difficulty. Unlike when he used the demon claw to block the first sword, this time, Ning Fan had little strength left and was directly shaken back dozens of steps by the powerful force of the Giant Sword, looking rather wretched.

Seeing this, Emperor Lou Tuo was almost certain that Ning Fan absolutely could not withstand the 50th sword; even if he fought with his life to take a few more swords, he certainly wouldn’t reach the count of a hundred swords.

He was sure to win this bet!

Almost everyone shared Emperor Lou Tuo’s view, believing that Ning Fan had already reached his limit.

Expressions of regret and sighs were not lacking among the audience. Being able to withstand 49 swords was enough to prove Ning Fan’s extraordinary power, enough to place him fifth in this trial of strength, just behind the four dark horses, but that was all. To compete with those four dark horse figures was far from enough.

Master Hongcang calmly sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating with eyes closed under the rain, not giving attention to Ning Fan’s trial, as if it were a trivial matter; Wuxx Yan pouted. She was watching Ning Fan’s match, after all, she had heard that Ning Fan was also invited by the Baihua Emperor for help. She initially wanted to team up with Ning Fan in this Illusionary Trial to compete for third place, but now it seemed that this person was not worth recruiting...

Stone scoffed, completely unable to understand why Sha Bailou valued Ning Fan so much. 49 swords, this result was too poor, simply not presentable. As he expected, an external cultivator with sealed cultivations was indeed not worth mentioning.

Sha Bailou was somewhat disappointed, not expecting that the prey he valued so highly would only have this level of skill, truly not stirring his interest to kill at all.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly halted, his expression becoming solemn.

The rain was still falling, but it quieted.

The wind was still blowing, but it ceased.

Yet in his ears, there seemed to echo numerous roars of demons, growing louder and more earth-shattering!

It was as if thousands of ancient demons, at this moment, were calling Ning Fan by the same title!

"Revered Lord... grant us a demon burial!"

"Revered Lord... grant us a demon burial!!"

From all directions, these voices resounded!

These voices seemed to be coming from countless ancient demons within the Dabei Clan, dying here and becoming Corpse demons. There was definitely more than one person like Shen Ershisan; they all were making their demands!

If Ning Fan hadn’t activated the Lifestealer Technique, he wouldn’t hear these ancient demons’ demands!

If Ning Fan hadn’t activated the Lifestealer Technique, those ancient demons who had passed away for countless years wouldn’t be able to sense Ning Fan’s existence from afar!

Ning Fan didn’t know that the Lifestealer Technique was a requiem only audible to ancient demons who had passed away!

As the Lord of the Demon-Sealing Peak, Immortal Emperor Mo Zhong created the Lifestealer Technique, one of its uses was to give burial to one ancient demon after another who had passed!

The bodies of ancient demons were immensely powerful, unmatched choices for making puppets!

If an unyielding ancient demon died and turned into a puppet, then as the Lord of the Demon-Sealing Peak, there was a responsibility to give those puppets a burial!

This was... the demon burial!

In this place, ancient demons turned into Corpse demon puppets were definitely more than just Shen Ershisan!

Those desiring a demon burial from Ning Fan were definitely more than just Shen Ershisan, but thousands upon thousands!

Initially, Ning Fan intended to grant Shen Ershisan a death out of reverence and sympathy for the martyrs. At this moment, another sense of responsibility suddenly emerged.

The Demon-Sealing Peak was destroyed, but the one who held the Lifestealer Technique was considered the master of the Demon-Sealing Peak! Of course, this title of master seemed meaningless, without subordinates, without power, without benefits.

But, what of it!

Ning Fan seemed to newly come to understand the Lifestealer Technique, and at this moment, he seemed to touch upon the essence of the Lifestealer Technique.

The essence of the Lifestealer Technique was not killing, but a kind of responsibility!

Killing should not be the goal; the goal should be redemption. Like the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign, cleansing the Six Harmonies, to bring peace to the chaotic times; or like the many Purple Dou Immortal Cultivators who died protecting the realm, the blood spilled in fighting enemies was simply to protect their homes and loved ones...

This principle, Ning Fan was not unfamiliar with, but it was the first time he understood it in relation to the Lifestealer Technique.

Killing to restore essence, killing to augment cultivation, these were techniques... but the intention behind killing, that was Dao. The unity of technique and path, this Lifestealer Technique was truly complete.

And the intention behind killing must not just be understood; it must come from the heart, be integrated into it, to truly manifest.

At this moment, with the unity of technique and path, Ning Fan was surprised to discover that he could actually absorb the essence of ancient demon deaths within a certain range through the Lifestealer Technique, transforming it for his own use!

The Lifestealer Technique can restore one’s own essence, which is not surprising, but in the past, Ning Fan had to slay his enemies to regain his essence.

But now, it is unnecessary! It seems as long as there are ancient demons dying nearby, he can absorb their essence! Then, transform it for his own use!

Ning Fan also has a strange feeling that today’s Lifestealer Technique is different; if he were to use it to vanquish Shen Ershisan before him, he might... gain some benefits!

These are benefits that only those who have comprehended the true essence of the Lifestealer Technique can obtain, a privilege once belonged to the Lord of the Demon-Sealing Peak... Great Emperor Mo Zhong!

After a brief moment of confusion, Shen Ershisan’s expression turned numb and indifferent again. As a Corpse puppet, he couldn’t defy the duties of the trial of strength, and for the fiftieth time, the Giant Sword swung towards Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s essence was rapidly recovering, silently absorbing the continuously leaking essence from Shen Ershisan. Thus, he leisurely took on the fiftieth sword.

Then came the fifty-first sword, fifty-second sword... up to the ninety-ninth sword!

His essence recovery rate was greater than his consumption rate!

The source of his essence recovery was directly plundered from Shen Ershisan in front of him, in a way that no one could detect!

The surrounding cheers grew more intense, but Emperor Lou Tuo’s expression grew increasingly somber; the originally confident wager was about to be incredibly lost!

When Ning Fan successfully withstood the hundredth sword, Emperor Lou Tuo could no longer bear it, slamming the table and almost forcefully interrupting Ning Fan’s trial of strength, angrily exclaiming.

"With this child’s skills and means, it’s absolutely impossible for him to withstand a hundred swords! I suspect that this child has already secretly broken the Punishment Ring, and it must be verified immediately. If it’s true, not only will this child’s test result be void, but he should also be executed on the spot! Someone, seize this child and inspect his body!"

With Emperor Lou Tuo’s command, two Eternal Immortal Venerables immediately flickered forward towards Ning Fan below the high platform.

But before these two could reach Ning Fan, they were intercepted by four other Great Emperors simultaneously.

Emperor Lou Tuo’s eyes immediately narrowed with seriousness.

The intercepting Great Emperors included the Baihua Great Emperor, which wasn’t surprising as she was naturally inclined to help Ning Fan; there was also Emperor Foqi, which was also unsurprising. He always delighted in stirring chaos, fearing the world was not chaotic enough, especially since he also had a wager with him this time. There was no way he would watch Ning Fan’s hundred sword result get nullified; there was Bone Spirit, which wasn’t surprising either, as Bone Spirit always opposed him. Seeing him targeting Ning Fan, of course, Bone Spirit would habitually defend to make him uncomfortable; and lastly, Emperor Lou Tuo was most astonished by the fact that even the habitually mean and unfeeling, foreign-cultivator-hating Heaven Capital Emperor stood on Ning Fan’s side!

"Fellow Lou Tuo, don’t rush. The Punishment Ring inside this young friend Ning Fan has not been destroyed. As the speaker of Middle State, holding the Holy Mountain Instrument, if the Punishment Ring were broken, I would be the first to sense it. Do not interfere with the trial of strength; let it continue!"

The Heaven Capital Emperor’s slightly warning gaze, along with his friendly term of address, made Emperor Lou Tuo’s heart tremble, feeling extremely apprehensive.

The relationship between the Heaven Capital Emperor and Ning Fan seemed... not simple... If there’s one person in Middle State that Emperor Lou Tuo is cautious of, the Heaven Capital Emperor would definitely be one of the biggest!

The dispute on the high platform didn’t affect Ning Fan, who continued with the trial of strength, constantly improving his results, having endured 110 swords. He only glanced at the direction of the high platform without paying much attention.

Without another insight into the Lifestealer Technique, he would most likely need to temporarily unseal his cultivations to release Shen Ershisan. But with the elevation in the Lifestealer Technique now, that’s unnecessary. He can feel that the process of regaining his essence is, in fact, a process of gain and loss. The essence he recovers is continually drawn from within Shen Ershisan. Even Sha Bailou hadn’t made the essence-abundant Shen Ershisan weaken even a bit, but through this gain and loss process, Ning Fan slightly weakened Shen Ershisan.

He only consumed a tiny portion of Shen Ershisan’s essence, making it hard for Ning Fan to imagine how powerful Shen Ershisan was at full strength; the essence retained within the corpse was terrifyingly abundant, and it’s unknown how many thousands or tens of thousands of swords it would take to deplete it.

Never mind, let it deplete slowly. When Shen Ershisan’s essence is exhausted, that will be the time for him to launch an attack!

swords, 300 swords, 400 swords...

By the 475th sword, the Giant Sword of Shen Ershisan had cracked to its limit and with a snap, broke in half!

If the recovery of essence relied on the Lifestealer Technique, then wearing down the Giant Sword of this Primordial Demon Soldier was entirely due to Ning Fan’s fierce attacks.

Bear in mind that Sha Bailou, after nearly six hundred moves, couldn’t even make a dent in the Giant Sword, yet Ning Fan managed to break it before the five hundredth sword.

Regarding the grudge between Ning Fan and Sha Bailou, the residents of Liuli City were initially not optimistic about Ning Fan; however, at this moment, they were shocked to discover that Ning Fan seemed to be even more formidable than Sha Bailou!

Hongcang was already unable to remain calm, his originally keen eyes now widened like a bull’s eyes, looking at Ning Fan at the center of the plaza incredulously.

Wuxx Yan was astonished, her mouth agape, unable to speak, while Stone of Seabed’s face clouded over and fists clenched tightly.

Sha Bailou trembled with excitement; as Ning Fan’s results finally surpassed his and continued to approach the thousand-sword achievement, he laughed up to the sky, releasing the excitement in his heart.

His path could only be proven through killing!

If he killed Ning Fan, it would certainly mean a great significance for his cultivation journey! Indeed, this time’s war for the ridge was not a mistake!

"A thousand swords... heh heh, if this child’s result exceeds a thousand swords in the end, he could receive one of the three-tiered rewards left by the Saint Ancestor here. But this thousand-sword reward seemingly has no precedent for granting it to any foreign cultivator. How should this be handled? Heaven Capital fellow, please decide!"

The ever-trouble-loving Emperor Foqi suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Instantly, the expressions of the other Great Emperors changed, and as for Emperor Lou Tuo, he immediately roared out in anger.

"No! I firmly oppose this matter. Among the Saint Ancestor’s three-tiered rewards, there’s an option for the Holy Mountain’s supreme secret art. Even for Immortal Emperors like us, it’s extremely difficult to acquire a secret art from the Holy Mountain. How can such a benefit be handed to a foreign cultivator, especially when this foreign cultivator is a bona fide ancient demon!"