The Quest for Immortality

Chapter 681 -553 Endless Demons_4

Upon entering the Demon Palace, the stench of blood and an eerie gloom prevailed.

Moreover, gusts of chilling air swept through repeatedly.

Mo Hua felt somewhat uncomfortable, but what astonished him even more was the multitude of Demon Cultivators inside.

These Demon Cultivators, with their hideous and malevolent appearance, were not only numerous but also possessed extremely high cultivation levels. Demonic Qi wrapped around them, clearly indicating that they practiced superior Demon Path Skills.

The knowledge of these Demon Cultivators also seemed to be significantly higher.

Some of the Demon Cultivators on the periphery, upon seeing Gui Tao’s people, mostly showed disdain and even glared maliciously, taking the initiative to attack.

However, the Demon Cultivators within the Demon Palace, when encountering Gui Tao’s people, mostly appeared solemn and demonstrated fear, as if they could discern the identities of Gui Tao’s people.

Gui Tao’s people wore indifferent expressions, disregarding their gazes.

Their gazes, whether filled with suspicion, probing, or indifference, all landed on Mo Hua…

It seemed rather strange to them that Gui Tao would be accompanied by such a child with a low realm of cultivation, who did not practice Demon Skills, had an upright aura, and still wore an innocent face.

Feeling the stares of numerous Demon Heads, Mo Hua felt a bit guilty.

However, after thinking it over, he decided he couldn’t lose face for his master and his “Uncle,” so he forced himself to appear calm, raising his head and puffing out his chest, although he couldn’t help but inch closer to Gui Tao’s people.

He felt that by Gui Tao’s side, he might be safer.

Gui Tao faced the gazes of the crowd and walked straight to the center of the great hall, finding a place to sit. Mo Hua stood by his side and asked in a low voice,

”Uncle, what have we come here to do?”

Gui Tao’s expression was cold.

Mo Hua stealthily stared at his face, observing for a long while, but could not decipher what he really wanted to say.

He guessed that it was a long story and not easily explained in a moment, so perhaps Uncle preferred not to speak of it.

However, Gui Tao’s silence didn’t stop other Demon Cultivators from whispering among themselves.

Listening in secret, Mo Hua after a while finally grasped some key terms:

Terms like Nether Ancestor, Demon Monarch, as well as Venerable, Ancestral Master, and then there was…

The Ten Thousand Demons Gathering!

”The Ten Thousand Demons Gathering?”

A shiver ran down Mo Hua’s spine.

A gathering of the old demons from the Demon Sect?

Has Uncle come to the Demon Palace of Dry Wood Cliff to participate in the “Ten Thousand Demons Gathering”?

With his mind stirring slightly and a trace of fear, Mo Hua said in a soft voice,

”Uncle, is it really appropriate for me to join this ‘Ten Thousand Demons Gathering?”

I am a Serious Cultivator.

Not a little demon.

And only at the Qi Refinement stage.

Participating in such a gathering, that doesn’t suit my age, my realm, my identity as a great Demon Head, would it not be a bit impolite?

Gui Tao’s pupils darkened.

Mo Hua immediately fell silent.

Yet in his heart, he couldn’t stop pondering:

”This Ten Thousand Demons Gathering… what is its purpose?”

”Could it be targeting my master?”

”Who among the Demon Cultivators will attend? At least those with a Golden Core? Will Xuan Sanren, who’s at the Feather Transformation Realm, also come?” řä𐌽𝘰𝐁Ё𝓢

”Could there be even more formidable Demon Heads?”

”Gui Tao… ‘Uncle,’ what is his intention in joining this Ten Thousand Demons Gathering?”

”Does he plan to use the ‘Ten Thousand Demons Gathering’ to join forces with some scattered cultivators, some Venerables, or perhaps some old Demon Ancestors, in order to confront the Taoist Court, plot against my master, and seize that supposed ‘tremendous fortune’?”

”Could he possibly… kill my master?”

As these thoughts troubled Mo Hua, he felt increasingly worried…

Inside the Demon Palace, the atmosphere was heavy, bloddied, and oppressive.

Bones served as rafters, and human skin as paintings.

As time passed, more and more Demon Heads entered the Demon Palace, and the air within became ever more solemn…

Mo Hua gradually shifted from being tense and apprehensive to numb and lethargic.

Finally, he leaned against Gui Tao’s stone chair, standing and dozing off.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a chilling wind blew by, causing Mo Hua to shudder awake, his sleepiness vanishing in an instant.

At this very moment, within the Demon Palace, many “people” were already seated.

To call them “people,” yet not quite resembling humans.

Some were half-corpse, half-demon, some like beasts, like monsters.

Even those who looked human, upon closer inspection seemed not human at all.

Some had pallid complexions, like the dead; some had beautiful features with bright red lips and teeth; some were fat with snakes entwined around them; others were emaciated with demonic patterns inscribed on their backs…

The entire Demon Palace was gloomy and solemn; so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Deadly silent.

”Has the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering begun?”

A chill grew in Mo Hua’s heart as he saw that several figures had slowly emerged upon the towering white bone seats that held terrifying energy.

These several figures emitted an extremely fearsome aura.

Deep as abysses, vast as seas.

Merely a fraction of their aura released was suffocating for Mo Hua, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Among these figures, Mo Hua recognized one very well—it was none other than Xuan Sanren, who wielded the Blood Cloth Banner and the Hanging Demon Sword, sealed off Li Mountain City with a vast sea of blood, and trapped his master in the Five Elements Sect—the Mystery Demon Ancestor!

A coldness emerged in Mo Hua’s heart, and his gaze intensified.

Could it be that those few seated on the bone thrones, capable of sitting on an equal footing with Xuan Sanren, were all Demon Ancestors at the Feather Transformation Realm?!