"Your descendant, Mo Shan, welcomes the awakening of Ancestor Mozhan!"
Mo Shan’s voice was filled with excitement, his body trembling. Kneeling, he wept profusely. Although the ancestral teachings decree that the ancestor should not be awakened unless it is for the great cause of reviving the Ancient Demon Clan, I believe the time has come!
For the past hundred years, Mo Shan had almost lost contact with his fellow clan members, living in disguise and anonymity on Earth. Through supporting the Jiang Family, he discovered that Earth was an abandoned Cultivation Planet! With the ancestor’s Immortal Venerable Realm cultivation level, he would surely be able to annihilate the natives here. Those who complied would prosper, while those who resisted would perish. Earth would become one of the main strongholds for the revival of the Ancient Demon Lord. The reason it was only one of them was that other star systems also contained abandoned planets similar to Earth, where other ancestors of the Demon Clan resided.
Xu Lai snapped his fingers. The terrifying pressure enveloping Earth dissipated in an instant. The martial experts from the East were perplexed, wondering why the world-ending pressure had suddenly vanished.
"Just don’t wake up my wife and daughter, okay?" Xu Lai muttered. "Otherwise, I’ll get scolded again when I go back..."
If Ruan Tang knew that Xu Lai wasn’t out for a stroll but had almost destroyed Earth, she would definitely be furious. Concealment. It has to be concealed!
So, Xu Lai added another soundproof barrier to Mount Haitang, preventing any noise from escaping or entering.
After finishing, Xu Lai breathed a sigh of relief, finally taking a moment to look at the Ice Crystal Coffin.
"How many ancestors does your Ancient Demon Clan have left?" Xu Lai asked casually.
This familiar, chatty tone made Mo Shan, who was trembling with excitement, choke. He almost suffocated. Are we friends? We are enemies! Do you think I’m an idiot? Would I really reveal such a top-secret matter to you?!
"The Ancient Demon Clan of this generation really is subpar," Xu Lai remarked when Mo Shan remained silent. "To think even a small fry like Mozhan has become an ancestor..."
Ten thousand years ago, the Ancient Demon Clan was glorious beyond compare. They had a Half-step Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse, a peak Immortal Venerable Realm cultivator, nineteen ordinary Immortal Venerables, hundreds of Celestial Venerables, and countless Venerables. The seven million members of the Demon Clan were an unstoppable force in the Eastern Immortal Domain. Even great Tao Lineages, Great Sects that had existed for eons, and the beings in forbidden lands were reluctant to provoke them.
But now... even a mere early-stage Immortal Venerable Realm cultivator like Mozhan, who was just an insignificant demon general back then, had become an ancestor. Xu Lai felt a moment of melancholy.
If it hadn’t been for the Ancient Demon Clan’s foolishness—sacrificing seventy thousand ordinary civilians to refine a Magic Artifact—Xu Lai wouldn’t have bothered to deal with such a colossal clan. It was precisely after that event, ten thousand years ago, that no dark forces dared to use ordinary humans to refine Magic Artifacts or for any other purpose. Because for every member of the Human Race killed, the Heavenly Court would exact a hundredfold retribution! The Ancient Demon Clan, with its inheritance from ancient times, was wiped out over seventy thousand ordinary people, a stark warning to all other powers.
Of course, Xu Lai and the Heavenly Court only protected ordinary people who had no cultivation. Once one entered the Cultivation World, regardless of race, life and death were one’s own responsibility.
Hearing Xu Lai’s words, Mo Shan wasn’t annoyed. Instead, he looked at him with pity, as if gazing upon a dead man. Some people are alive, but they are already dead. For example, Xu Lai, who is insulting Ancestor Mozhan right now. Back in the day, Ancestor Mozhan was the head of the three thousand demon generals of the Ancient Demon Clan. He had an exceptionally volatile temper and had personally torn countless enemies to shreds. Once he awakens, what will be waiting for Xu Lai?
Mo Shan didn’t dare to imagine, knowing only that Xu Lai would die a miserable death. This was probably the price for courting death.
"When is he going to wake up?" Xu Lai grew bored of waiting and couldn’t help but urge, "Can you hurry him along?" The source of this content ɪs novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Mo Shan’s face turned green. "Shut up! If you delay the ancestor’s awakening, you’ll pay with your life!"
"Oh," Xu Lai said with dawning realization. "So his awakening takes a long time, right? That means if I smash this Ice Crystal Coffin now, Mozhan won’t be able to wake up. Is that correct?"
"How dare you!" Mo Shan roared. "If you dare to touch the Ice Crystal Coffin, then don’t blame me for..."
Xu Lai kicked a small pebble from the ground, letting it clink against the coffin. He turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do about it?"
Mo Shan was silent for a long time. As a mere Golden Core, what could he possibly do to an Immortal Venerable like Xu Lai? He was both furious and frustrated. "For insulting my Ancient Demon Clan, our ancestor will surely flay you and use your soul to fuel a lamp for ten thousand years!"
However, Mo Shan also felt a rising anxiety in his heart. Why hasn’t the ancestor awakened yet? Could something have gone wrong?
In his anxiety, he heard Xu Lai say, "Is it because there’s too little Spiritual Energy here to awaken him?"
So that’s it! Mo Shan had a sudden epiphany. He knew something was wrong; it was indeed because of the lack of Spiritual Energy. Wait a minute... why is Xu Lai the one telling me this? As an Immortal Venerable, he must have heard of the Demon Lord Mozhan. Isn’t he afraid of death!? What an idiot!
Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Mo Shan frantically drew upon the power of his cultivation realm to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Energy, channeling it toward the Ice Crystal Coffin. But Mo Shan was only in the Golden Core Realm. The Spiritual Energy he could gather only spanned a few dozen miles. How could such a meager amount awaken an Immortal Venerable Realm expert?
"Do you need my help?" Xu Lai asked.
Mo Shan gnashed his teeth and ignored him.
A long half hour passed.
Mo Shan was so exhausted his vision began to darken, but there was still no sign of the ancestor awakening. Gritting his teeth, Mo Shan continued to gather the surrounding Spiritual Energy.
"Since I’m idle anyway, let’s chat," Xu Lai suggested with a smile.
The rage overwhelmed Mo Shan, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. How can Xu Lai be so damn talkative! Are all Immortal Venerables this insufferable? Can’t he just shut up!
"My Ancient Demon Clan still has three other ancestors! Including Ancestor Mozhan, that makes four!" Mo Shan shouted in a fury. "If you run your mouth again, they will come and kill you!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Mo Shan cursed himself internally. Damn it, in my anger, I let such a top secret slip...
"Only four Immortal Venerables? I fear some among them are merely Celestial Venerables. Truly, each generation is worse than the last," Xu Lai said in disappointment. Such a meager remnant force. They’re too weak for me to even entertain the thought of wiping them out.
Mo Shan almost flew into a rage and attacked Xu Lai. His mouth was just too infuriating.
Fortunately, at that moment, Mo Shan suddenly felt the Ice Crystal Coffin stop absorbing Spiritual Energy. It began to emit a soul-piercing black light.
The lid of the Ice Crystal Coffin was pushed slightly ajar. A coarse hand gripped its edge, accompanied by the sound of a heartbeat.
The heartbeat was rapid and powerful, like millions of people beating war drums in unison, a sound like rolling thunder!
What kind of terrifying monster is this!
"Ancestor!" Mo Shan dropped to his knees in excitement.
"It has been ten thousand years... I, Mozhan... have returned!"
With an ancient voice, the coffin lid was thrown completely open.