Wen Zhu was, after all, Feng Xie's disciple, whom he had raised by himself. They had spent hundreds of years together. Even though Wen Zhu had done such an unforgivable and treacherous thing to Feng Xie, Feng Xie still had good intentions and believed that it was because her teaching methods were wrong that Wen Zhu eventually went astray in order to be impatient for quick results.
Bi Xie shook her head. If she were Feng Xie, her last wish would definitely be to tear Wen Zhu and Yan Rui, that despicable couple, to pieces to vent her hatred. How could she possibly give Wen Zhu a chance to start over?
The main hall of Cuiwei Peak.
As Bi Xie gracefully stepped into the council hall carrying the baby, he heard words like "Great Demon," "Demon Ancestor," and "Wasting the lives of countless people."
She paused slightly, but quickly resumed her walk with an air of composure as she headed towards the main hall of the council chamber.
"The Wind Demon True Lord has arrived!" A Core Formation stage cultivator exclaimed in surprise, looking at the stunningly beautiful woman with wide eyes.
"True Lord Fengxie," a cultivator with the golden auspicious cloud emblem of the Golden Light Sect on his chest stood up and strode forward, his black robes billowing like clouds as he moved.
This person was none other than Feng Xie's great-grandfather, the leader of the Golden Light Sect, Xieyang Zhenjun, who was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured in the war between the righteous and the demonic, and his cultivation stagnated at the early Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years without any progress. So he simply took over the position of leader of the Golden Light Sect.
The room was filled with high-level cultivators, the lowest of whom were at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Bi Xie smiled faintly and called out "Great Ancestor," then exchanged brief greetings with the other cultivators.
Moonlight is a natural magical artifact, and its flight speed is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary magical artifacts. Therefore, Bi Xie did not see Qiu Nong Zhenren and Jian Shui Zhenren in the council hall.
After exchanging greetings, True Lord Chengguang asked, "True Lord Fengxie, could you please describe in detail what you saw and heard at the Luo Clan of cultivators that day?"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Bi Xie and the baby in her arms like spotlights.
Bi Xie smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, why don't you sit down and talk?"
The cultivators looked tense, clearly having discussed the matter before Bi Xie arrived. The fact that Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators from various sects had gathered together showed their respect and fear of demonic cultivators.
With a wave of his hand, Bi Xie slowly lifted a piece of emerald green jade into the air by spiritual power.
Moments later, the scene of the demonic cultivator self-destructing appeared in mid-air.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, a bloody mess, the whole scene was in turmoil.
"Offer sacrifices to my primordial spirit, and protect my Demon Ancestor!"
"Offer sacrifices to my primordial spirit, and protect my Demon Ancestor!"
"Offer sacrifices to my primordial spirit, and protect my Demon Ancestor!"
"Bang--"
The jade edge cracked.
After the images faded, the council chamber fell silent.
After a moment, True Monarch Chengguang said with a solemn expression, "Fellow Daoists, could you hear clearly whether those demonic cultivators were calling out 'Demon Clan' or 'Demon Ancestor'? If it's 'Demon Clan,' then there's nothing to fear. But if it's 'Demon Ancestor,' then this world... is likely to descend into chaos again."
With a ruddy face and a round belly, True Monarch Zhishan chuckled as he drank a cup of spiritual wine: "The Demon Ancestor? A hundred years ago, the Demon Ancestor's appearance was foreshadowed, but a hundred years have passed, have any of you fellow Daoists ever seen the legendary Demon Ancestor? It's nothing but a figment of imagination!"
"Better safe than sorry. This group of demonic cultivators is self-destructing and courting their own demise. There must be something fishy about it," the woman in the colorful silk dress said with a charming smile.
Bi Xie glanced at her and immediately recognized her identity: Luo Sheng Zhenjun of the Qinghua Sect, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Great Ancestor, is this Demon Ancestor even more terrifying than Mo Tianxiao, the sect leader of the Yin Demon Sect?" Master Wuzhan asked in a deep voice.
“Mo Tianxiao is not comparable to Mo Zu Ji Gui at all,” said Cong Nian Zhenjun of Hengyun Sect with a gloomy expression. “Thousands of years ago, Mo Zu Ji Gui fought a decisive battle with Chen Wei, the number one sword cultivator genius of Fuguang Continent, at Xianyin Peak. Chen Wei was already a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but that battle ended in a crushing defeat, and he died and his soul dissipated.”
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