Master of Strange Dao

"The wise man sacrifices his life to chase after a faint trace.

The ancient demon who was the first to cultivate the Devil Dao has already begun to awaken.

If we wish to survive and have a place to stand, we must welcome back our ancestors."

Every monster, regardless of strength, begins stepping onto the sacrificial altar one by one, using their bodies, even their heart blood, as offerings, igniting the sacrificial fire to enhance the power of the ritual.

As the offerings increase, the sacrificial fire gradually deepens in color, from transparency to a faint scarlet, and finally transforms into a flame of black without a trace of heat, continuously devouring the offerings.

The calls of the ancient converge into a vast howl.

Slowly, the flame of black without heat sinks into the altar and vanishes.

Upon the altar, there is a crisp sound as a crack appears.

That crack seems like a Devil Pattern, or perhaps a Demon Pattern, strange and peculiar.

A long time after, a faint Demonic Qi escapes from the crack, invigorating the One-eyed Wolf Demon, who immediately howls.

"Quick, offerings, we need more offerings."

...

Within the Abyss, Jiu Nian does not respond to the ritual, yet does not completely sever the connection; he can feel that this is a blood sacrifice, likely not a huge trap to lure him.

The Mountain Lord certainly disdains such actions, and other humans would probably not perform such bloody rituals to bait.

When a faint connection arises, Jiu Nian senses that it seems to be somewhere other than the realm of the Four Divine Dynasties' land, causing his spirit to lift and respond without hesitation.

He felt it, he heard it, a group of demons cultivating the Devil Dao is calling him back.

He remembers, back then, to drag the Demon Clan down, he disguised himself as a member of the Demon Clan, practiced the Devil Dao, and dug a huge trap for them.

Demons and Devils are quite distant from each other, but with a demon cultivating the Devil Dao in between, they are close.

Just like a person practicing the Devil Dao.

Some distant and fragmented memories emerge, and Jiu Nian finally remembers, besides the land of Four Divine Dynasties, there's another forgotten land.

Unexpectedly, there are demons cultivating the Devil Dao on this overlooked land today.

With a flicker of thought, Jiu Nian begins responding.

This is truly excellent; he was troubled about where he could peacefully recover.

The devils in the Abyss are completely unreliable, all too foolish.

Since escaping the darkness, even as a devil himself, he hasn't killed a single one, yet those devils forcibly killed have already exceeded a thousand.

With Jiu Nian's response to the summoning blood sacrifice, a connection is established, and an Abyssal Rift begins to emerge in a distant place.

Once the Abyssal Rift successfully forms, he will be able to descend directly.

However, after just a few days, he senses something else.

...

Yang emerges from An History Book, converses with Mo Huitou, and consults on various matters related to the ritual.

Having left Jinlan Mountain, he arrives at the intersection of Dazhen, Dali, and Wilderness regions, where he starts setting up the magic platform in preparation for casting the ritual.

On the magic platform, there is a fruit nurtured by Little Bodhi, and a slice of flesh cut from the body of a Cloud Whale.

Yang manifests his Dragon Body and extracts a drop of Essence Blood, placing it there.

As the ritual is cast, an ancient and vast aura emerges, rushing to the skies, quickly disappearing again.

A faint godly charm persists, maintained by the ritual.

Yang maintains his Dragon Body, motionless, quietly awaiting like a patient fisherman waiting for fish to bite.

...

Within the Abyss, Jiu Nian feels that fleeting power.

His gaze turns dark in an instant, and even though it vanishes in a moment, he is very sure.

That must be the awakening of an Ancient Demon's bloodline inheritance by a member of the Demon Clan, incredibly strong.

Such glaring anomaly made him pay attention, because for it to be strong yet disappear swiftly indicates there's a stronger force concealing it.

Patiently, he waits, for three whole months, before resurfacing, his eyes showing an eerie glow, silently using a sliver of power to capture an untraceable godly charm.

Days later, he finally captures an extremely faint godly charm in the unseen realms.

The next moment, his eerie eyes behold an unbelievable scene.

In the void, a hazy dragon-shaped silhouette appears, only those ominous and dignified dragon eyes stand out.

This blurry image also vanishes in a flash.

The godly charm he seeks to capture is entirely obscured by that dragon-shaped silhouette.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Jiu Nian exclaims in shock, his mindset somewhat shattered.

"How could it be a True Dragon, absolutely impossible! All True Dragons have perished; there couldn't possibly be any True Dragon left!"

Yet that brief glimpse, that majesty, the looming dragon-shaped silhouette embodying from nothing to existence, points to a True Dragon.

With Jiu Nian's exclamation, nearby devils gather around.

Jiu Nian instantly kills all nearby devils, sinks to the river bottom, silently pondering, growing increasingly uneasy.

He begins to speculate on past events.

To evade the Mountain Lord, he hides as a devil, at a price.

It might allow the Ancient Demon's bloodline to wake.

Though he isn't too concerned, he even felt its presence, he did nothing.