Chapter 155: Chapter 155
The Black Demon Sect, within the towering, shadow-clad halls of the Black Demon Hall, was enveloped in oppressive silence.
At the center of that darkness, Kara opened her eyes. A wave of demonic energy surged briefly around her before being drawn back into her body like a retreating tide.
Power crackled faintly over her skin as the air itself bowed to her will. She rose gracefully from her throne, stepping barefoot onto the dark red carpet that stretched toward the engraved obsidian doors.
"A year ago, I passed the seventh Mahayana Tribulation and stepped into the seventh-turn Mahayana realm," she murmured, her voice a quiet storm that filled the vast chamber.
"Now my cultivation has completely stabilized."
Her slender hand brushed past a golden incense burner, and faint trails of violet smoke curled around her face like living mist.
"Lyralei... if you haven’t yet reached the seventh turn, then your Azure Origin Dao Sect’s days of splendor are already numbered."
Her tone was calm, but the smile that ghosted her lips carried the cold promise of impending ruin. With an almost languid motion, she clenched her fist—and spiritual force pulsed outward, making the air around her ripple with power that could bend stone and crush metal.
Before that power could settle, hurried footsteps sounded from beyond the hall.
Kara’s elegant brows furrowed. Her expression cooled, and her posture straightened, restoring the composed dignity befitting the leader of the Black Demon Sect.
She turned as the great doors opened with a low growl.
Elder Malrik, robed in dark battle silk, entered swiftly and kneeled on one knee. His head bowed, but the tension in his frame betrayed the urgency of his visit.
"I greet the Sect Master!"
"What is it that requires such haste?" Kara’s soft but dangerous tone reverted to authority.
The elder raised a trembling hand, presenting a shimmering soul card engraved with black sigils that pulsed faintly.
"The Ancestor—Azraeth V’Khorath—has sent another message through the soul secret method!"
For the first time, Kara’s calm eyes flickered with interest. She extended her palm, and the soul card floated across the hall to her fingertips.
A surge of demonic pressure filled the room as her consciousness touched the artifact.
Shadowed runes coalesced midair, forming glowing crimson script.
"Ethan is not dead. The Ultimate Inheritance of the Azure Origin Dao Sect has been claimed. I have half a year left."
Kara’s eyes narrowed, the faintest edge slipping into her voice.
"The Ultimate Inheritance of the Azure Origin Dao Sect... and the ancestor only has half a year?" she whispered.
For a moment, her mind delved into memory. She knew the legends surrounding the Azure Origin Dao Sect—founded nearly ten millennia ago, its foundation rested upon secrets left behind by the Blue Void Ancestor, a being who had once touched upon the Supreme Realm. His inheritance was legendary—a truth said to rival heaven’s own will.
No one had ever succeeded in unlocking it—not saints nor prodigies, not even the sect’s emperors across ages.
Until now.
"I didn’t expect the Azure Origin Dao Sect to finally unveil its deepest secret," Kara murmured, her voice like silk stretched over blades.
"Who could it be?"
"Lyralei?" she sneered, a violet glint dancing in her eyes. "That damned woman... she’s always been a thorn in my side."
At that moment, Elder Malrik spoke up hesitantly, breaking her thoughts.
"My Lord, the ancestor said he only has half a year left... but hasn’t he already perfected his bloodline restoration and attained immortality? What could he mean by that?"
Kara’s gaze turned to him—sharp enough to still his breath.
"Immortality," she said coolly, "is not invincibility. When the disparity of power becomes too vast, even immortality shatters. His last message means one thing—someone or something in the Azure Origin Dao Sect wields a force at least comparable to the Supreme Realm."
Malrik broke into a cold sweat.
Kara placed the soul card aside, her lips curving into an ominous smile.
"This is the second time the ancestor has risked using the soul secret method," she noted.
"He must be trapped in a situation beyond control—one that even the power of his demonic lineage cannot withstand."
Her voice hardened. "The other Black Demon Sect cultivators still imprisoned by the Azure Origin Dao Sect will fare far worse."
Her aura flared, dark energy crackling like thunder beneath black clouds.
"Send word. Gather every elder and leader of the sect in the Black Demon Hall immediately."
"At once!" Malrik bowed deeply, excitement flashing in his eyes.
It had been centuries since their sect’s fall—their endless years of humiliation carved into every disciple’s heart. Now, their leader was stirring the long-dormant embers of vengeance.
Soon, they would rise again.
The demons of Blackspire Mountain would once more bring the world to heel.
By the time Malrik exited, the hellish corridors of the Black Demon Hall were already alive with movement.
Moments later, a middle-aged man clad in dark purple armor pushed open the doors, stopping midstride.
His aura had the dense gravity of a mountain—this was the Great Elder Taaren, whose cultivation had reached the third turn of the Mahayana Realm.
"Sect Master," he said, bowing low, "I have something of importance to report."
Kara turned, one brow raised. "Speak."
"A sect from the Skyreach Territory... wishes to cooperate with us."
Her tone chilled, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"A second-rate sect wants to ally with the Black Demon Sect? Do they think any stray cattle or dogs can stand at our side?"
Her words thundered with disdain.
Taaren bowed quickly. "Please, Sect Master, hear me out first!"
"It is the Wisteria Cloud Valley—a second-rate sect, but one that has grown rapidly in recent decades. They have consolidated enough resources to rival the four major sects of the Skyreach Territory."
Kara’s expression shifted slightly, interest glimmering beneath icy restraint.
"Go on."
"They are also situated near the Azure Origin Dao Sect—and are longstanding enemies. Their Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master are both in the second-turn Mahayana realm, while their Supreme Elder is said to have already broken through the fifth turn.
But that’s not all—we believe they have external allies, or they wouldn’t dare provoke the Azure Origin Dao Sect at all."
"I see," Kara mused, eyes thoughtful. "And what do you suggest?"
"I believe the Wisteria Cloud Valley can be used. Their ambition makes them eager to challenge the Azure Origin Dao Sect... and they can serve as our blade from the shadows."
Kara’s lips curved ever so slightly.
"It’s a tempting thought. But remember—they are human. And humans are never truly loyal. Cooperation with them must be handled carefully."
"What are their demands?"
"Their request is simple," Taaren said quickly.
"They want our support in crushing the Azure Origin Dao Sect. In exchange, they’re willing to give us seventy percent of the spoils."
"Seventy percent..." Kara let out a quiet laugh. "At least they know their station. But resources mean little to us. Even if we destroy the Azure Origin Dao Sect, we cannot occupy their territory outright."
Her gaze sharpened, filled with strategic insight.
"The other sects of the Skyreach Territory would never stand idle if the demon clans attacked openly. Let the humans fight among themselves—we’ll simply watch and strike when the time is ripe."
She turned, standing tall upon the dais once more.
"For now, all that matters is the Demon Sealing Cave. That’s where our focus must remain."
The vast hall trembled faintly, her command echoing like an unholy prophecy.
"So, we just need to focus on the Demon Sealing Cave."
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