Checking in for 100,000 Years

The Divine Land is vast and boundless. Even a Spirit at the Divine Monarch Realm could spend their whole life without traversing its entirety. Most people prefer to dwell in one corner, and this corner alone is enough for a powerful cultivator at the Divine Monarch Realm to thrive for a lifetime.

The Divine Land is home not only to spirits of the Human Race but also to various divine races.

Within the Divine Land, on a territory known as the Netherworld Demon Territory, lives a group of weak Yuan Mo Clan People.

The Yuan Mo Clan People, back in Ancient Times, were one of the famous Ten Great Demon Clans.

However, after millions of years of changes, the current Yuan Mo Clan People have become extremely weak.

Especially facing the oppression of other Demon Clans, the status of their clan is now precarious, at risk of being driven out from their ancestral land.

「On this day.」

All Yuan Mo Clan People gathered deep underground.

Here, there was a deep and secluded hall, and within it, a huge, dark-red altar.

Tens of thousands of Yuan Mo Clan People gathered around the altar, gazing fervently at the young woman standing upon it.

She was the High Priest of the Yuan Mo Clan.

The High Priest was beautiful, with a petite figure, bewitching curves, and skin as fair as jade. However, there was a black mark between her brows.

Other members of the Yuan Mo Clan looked very similar to her, each bearing a black mark between their brows.

The Yuan Mo Clan, in appearance, was completely different from other Demon Clans.

They were more similar to Human Cultivators, not as gigantic and terrifying as other Demon Clans.

But once the Yuan Mo Clan People activated the mark between their brows, their entire bodies would become huge, entering a different battle mode.

"In Ancient Times, our Yuan Mo Clan was one of the Ten Great Demon Clans. However, the world can be unpredictable. Over millions of years, our Yuandemon clan has been continuously oppressed by other major Demon Clans, resulting in our decline. Now, we find ourselves facing a matter of life and death..."

The beautiful and alluring High Priest held a White Bone Wand, her exquisite face bearing a gravely serious expression.

"High Priest, our Yuan Mo Clan will never decline!" a young girl shouted from below.

Her voice instantly resonated with all the Yuan Mo Clan People.

"Rise of the Yuan Mo Clan!"

Tens of thousands shouted in unison.

The sound was deafening, shaking the deep underground hall.

The High Priest raised her wand, her expression fervent, and shouted, "My dear Clan Members! After nearly one hundred thousand years of preparation, we have finally repaired this ancient altar. Now, we can summon the Demon Lord of the Yuandemon World again to lead our Yuan Mo Clan People towards glory!"

"Long live the Demon Lord!"

At this moment, all the fervent Yuan Mo Clan People knelt and shouted loudly.

The High Priest's body suddenly floated in midair. She pointed her wand towards the dark-red altar.

The High Priest then began to recite an ancient and lengthy incantation.

As time passed, the dark-red altar began to gradually light up.

A dim, red light emanated from it, illuminating the shadowy hall.

Upon seeing this, everyone grew excited, their eyes fixed on the red altar in anticipation.

The High Priest did not stop; she continued to recite the incantation.

The light from the red altar grew stronger, illuminating the entire hall.

"Let the Demon Lord descend!"

The High Priest shouted abruptly, then fell rapidly from midair, kneeling on the ground.

A pillar of blood-red light shot skyward, passing through the altar and soaring beyond the clouds.

The next moment, the blood-red pillar of light vanished instantly.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared. He wore a black robe, had handsome features, fair skin, and a mark between his brows.

"The Demon Lord has descended!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man on the red altar, all the Yuan Mo Clan People cried out in elation.

The High Priest looked at the middle-aged man. Her gaze fell on the black mark between his brows, and a beautiful smile graced her lips.

After nearly one hundred thousand years of preparation, the Yuan Mo Clan People had finally summoned the Demon Lord.

「In ancient times.」

The Demon Lord descended upon the Divine Land and left behind his bloodline, giving rise to the Yuandemon clan.

Where is this?

Did I get in?

I actually got in?

The middle-aged man stood on the altar, stunned for a moment, repeating these three questions in his mind.

Then, an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.

This world was incredibly robust.

His current clone was not strong enough; no matter what he tried, he couldn't penetrate it.

Fortunately, he noticed a summoning power.

Within this force was a Demon God from a certain Demon World.

To get in, he had instantly abandoned his original body and possessed this Demon God.

Following the summoning power, he quickly descended onto the altar underground.

Due to the haste of his possession, the Demon God's Primordial Spirit was shattered by him, resulting in no memories being inherited.

This quite annoyed Wu De. Indeed, his original name was Wu De.

Looking at the Yuan Mo Clan People kneeling below, Wu De couldn't help but yawn.

He reflexively put his hand to his mouth, ready for a smoke, but was dejected to find his Purple Gold Pipe missing.

Alas, I don't know which fellow Daoist stole my Purple Gold Pipe, causing me to search for it endlessly across the myriad worlds...

Wu De sighed and reluctantly lowered his hand.

There was nothing to be done; without his Purple Gold Pipe, he couldn't satisfy his craving.

However, entering this world made him extremely happy.

Because while wandering outside earlier, he had detected a faint aura that felt extremely familiar.

If he wasn't mistaken, his Purple Gold Pipe might be here.

But this world was vast, and he had possessed someone else's body, so finding his Purple Gold Pipe would be incredibly difficult.

I might as well settle down first and then search for it slowly.

With this thought, Wu De said, "You can all get up." He slowly descended from the red altar and approached the High Priest.

He stepped down from the red altar, worried that if these people noticed something amiss, they might reactivate it and send him back.

Having expended so much effort and used indirect strategies to enter this world to find his Purple Gold Pipe, he absolutely could not go back now.

As for his original body, it was currently floating outside this world in the void.

That place was vast, desolate, and uninhabited; nothing untoward should happen to it.

The High Priest raised her head, her gaze intensely fixed on the Demon Lord before her. "Demon Lord, our Yuan Mo Clan is oppressed by the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan. They now intend to seize our ancestral land. We implore you to intervene and drive them away!"

With his hands behind his back, Wu De did his best to affect the demeanor of a Demon King, lowering his voice and asking with feigned gravity, "What is the highest cultivation realm of the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan's experts?"

The High Priest quickly replied, "They have one Demon King at the Divine Sovereign Realm, My Lord!"

Divine Sovereign Realm, eh?

Wu De quickly sensed the state of his current body.

The Demon God body he now inhabited was also at the Divine Sovereign Realm, and its original Primordial Spirit had been replaced by his, an even more noble one.

Wu De was confident he could easily deal with that Divine Sovereign Realm Demon King of the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan.

"Let's go!"

Wu De waved his hand and led the men, women, old, and young of the Yuan Mo Clan People out of the great hall, thus beginning his first battle since entering the Divine Land.