After leaving the sight of the demonic cultivators, Tang Xin and her group hurriedly hid in a secluded place.
“He was about to keep rambling,” Tang Xin gasped, “we might not have been able to leave…”
Once the effects of the Disguise Pill wore off, the three of them reverted to their original appearances.
“I really wanted to sew his mouth shut, meow…”
Ah Miao felt like she had used up all her acting skills in this lifetime just to avoid actually doing it.
Only Lian Xin seemed to remain calm, her expression unchanged even after surviving the ordeal.
“By the way,” Tang Xin turned to the Holy Maiden of the Demon Path, “what were you going to say to us in the main hall?”
“Huh?”
Lian Xin didn’t react immediately.
“Didn’t you have something to say earlier?” Tang Xin pointed to her own ear, “I’m not one of those ‘the wind is too loud, I can’t hear you’ or ‘what did you just say’ types.”
Well, that’s what she said, but normally, wouldn’t people wait for others to speak up again…
Lian Xin took a slight breath.
“We’ve been through life and death together,” she said solemnly, “so… I want to tell you about my origins.”
Tang Xin raised an eyebrow and nodded, indicating she was all ears.
“Have you ever heard of the ‘Demon Palace’?”
Lian Xin asked.
Demon Palace?
The senior sister of the Xuanling Sect thought for a moment but didn’t recall anything.
“A thousand years ago, when the Demon Path wasn’t as weak as it is now, some super strong individuals emerged,” Lian Xin slowly explained, “the best among them were called Demon Path Venerables, or ‘Demon Venerables’.”
“Those who earned the title of ‘Demon Venerable’ would establish their own forces, known as ‘Demon Palaces’. At their peak, the power of the Demon Palaces was comparable to the legendary super sects on the continent.”
However, as geniuses of the righteous path emerged, the Demon Path on the Nine Provinces continent became something everyone sought to eradicate.
The first to bear the brunt was the most terrifying figure in the demonic path, the Demon Lord, and the Demon Palace under his command.
In one siege after another, the Demon Palaces were destroyed one by one, and the demonic path of the Nine Provinces officially entered a period of decline.
Until now, not to mention the history, even the name “Demon Palace” is not known to every demonic cultivator.
“The Demon Palace has been destroyed for a very long time,” Lian Xin raised her head and looked directly at Tang Xin, “But as the saying goes, a centipede dies but never falls down completely. Its ideology, and even a small part of its legacy, have not been completely eradicated…”
“There was more than one Demon Lord on the continent, and more than one Demon Palace established. When these scattered fragments come together, they form a force that cannot be ignored,” she said. “Those who are still obsessed with the Demon Lord and the Demon Palace are called ‘Followers.’ Their goal is to see another ‘Demon Lord’ rise on the continent, to lead the demonic path, regroup, and achieve even greater feats.”
Tang Xin and Ah Miao both scratched their faces simultaneously after hearing this.
These demonic cultivators really know how to stir things up…
“So,” Tang Xin asked, “what is your identity?”
“I come from a group of Followers,” Lian Xin seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and her face quickly darkened. “Those people, for some reason, seemed to think I possessed a trace of ‘Demon Lord’s bloodline’ and wanted to awaken the Demon Lord’s power that lay dormant within me.”
“But, I escaped…”
