These resources combined are enough to make any Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator envious and eager.

But with the strength Xu Ping has now displayed, no one dares to covet them easily.

With the distribution settled, Ancestor Yun Lan’s expression became extremely solemn again, and he said in a deep voice:

"The matter of resources is concluded. Next, we must discuss the most troublesome issue, that Divinity Transformation ancient demon who seizes bodies!"

"A Divinity Transformation Cultivator, even if it’s just a split soul possessing a body, their vision, methods, and intentions are by no means something we can easily fathom.

"The lesson from Old Demon Hehuan is still fresh. Now, there’s this mysterious female demon... their presence in this realm must be for something earth-shattering."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s mood turned heavy as iron.

A single Divinity Transformation demon is enough to stir the winds and clouds, let alone two.

However, despite their worries, after a long discussion, those present could not come up with any effective countermeasure.

Matters at the Divinity Transformation level have already exceeded their current capabilities.

The Outer Sea Human Race has gone through grueling battles, exhausting their trump cards. Yun Weifeng even used the bloodline treasure that harms his Primordial Qi, really unable to squeeze out more power.

"At present, the only strategy is to hold fast."

An experienced Late-stage Cultivator sighed, "With Fellow Daoist Yun and Fellow Daoist Xu here, relying on the grand formation and terrain, passing this period of sealing weakness shouldn’t be a major problem."

"As long as we endure, and the seal is reinforced, they will be like rootless duckweed. No matter how powerful, they will find it hard to stir great waves."

In fact, he left unsaid that the Outer Sea Human Race and the Demon Race actually have a kind of tacit understanding.

If something uncontrollable truly happens, the Demon Race will not remain indifferent.

The meeting ended in an atmosphere of heaviness with a hint of hopeless hope.

Everyone left separately, seizing every moment to recover from injuries and strengthen their defenses.

...

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Ancient Demon Hall.

A massive altar built from countless pitch-black demonic bones stood amidst a turbulent sea of sticky Demonic Qi.

Above the altar, the space twisted, forming a gigantic, constantly rotating vortex of Demonic Qi, as if connecting to some terrifying and distant unknown place.

A beautiful woman and that young ancient demon with a broken arm and still weak aura stood reverently below the altar, humble in posture.

Crack, crack...

Buzz!

The space around the altar suddenly emitted a mournful creak, as fine black cracks spread out.

The surging Demonic Qi converged madly towards the top of the altar as if worshipping a king.

In an instant, a blurred yet terrifying phantom appeared silently atop the altar, causing the entire Ancient Demon Hall to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Its form was indefinite, but only a pair of indifferent eyes, seemingly containing endless destruction and chaos, were clearly reflected.

"Your Excellency!"

The beautiful woman and the young ancient demon felt the immense demonic might pressing down like the entire sky and earth, trembling all over, quickly bowing in salute.

"Hmm."

The phantom uttered a syllable of indeterminate meaning, yet it penetrated the Divine Souls of the two demons like the roar of ten thousand demons, "This time... how did it go?"

The female ancient demon paled, struggling to say, "Reporting to Your Excellency... we failed.

"Failed?"

The phantom’s voice betrayed no emotion, but the pervasive pressure suddenly intensified by several degrees, almost suffocating the two demons.

The beautiful woman’s face turned pale, not daring to hide a single detail.

She quickly reported the entire battle process, especially Yun Weifeng’s bloodline treasure and the strange, elusive methods of Xu Ping, accurately and in full detail.

"Bloodline treasure?"

"A cultivator with bizarre Divine Techniques capable of confronting your descending body with merely a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivation?"

The phantom’s voice remained impassive, yet the invisible pressure eased slightly, "That’s... quite interesting."

He seemed not to be angered by the failure but instead developed a slight intrigue towards the unexpected changes.

"So be it, this time it failed, it failed. The period of sealing weakness still has time. There’s no need to rush,"

The phantom said blandly, allowing the two demons below to breathe a sigh of relief inwardly.

"How goes the collection of ’lifeforce death aura’ and ’ancient demon Evil Qi’ that I ordered?" The phantom then asked.

The beautiful woman quickly replied: "Reporting to Your Excellency, after many battles, especially the unprecedented scale of this latest blood battle, both auras have been nearly completely collected."

"Enough to initiate the ’Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony.’

The so-called lifeforce death aura is the pure resentment, unwillingness, and the final ripples before the life essence dissipates after countless beings perish.

And the ancient demon Evil Qi is the violent, chaotic, aggressive magical energy produced when ancient demons battle and die.

These two forces are the perfect offerings and catalysts for certain specific demonic Secret Techniques.

"Not bad!"

The phantom seemed to ripple slightly with satisfaction.

Across the universe, passage seals similar to those here are not few.

The ancient demon clan, in its conquests of the lower realms, has long devised a method to counter these.

By combining the two auras created by this realm’s beings and demon kind to gradually erode the core of the seal, though time-consuming, it is the safest with the highest success rate.

With this method, we have succeeded in conquering more than one lower realm."

After a pause, the phantom’s voice gained a touch of gravity:

"Also, according to the news, the Red Soul Clan seems to be restless, possibly secretly sending operatives down to disrupt matters. You must be vigilant."

"Now that the auras have been sufficiently collected, subsequent actions must be more discreet, and absolutely do not let those Red Soul guys ruin things at the last moment!"

"The Red Soul Clan?"

The beautiful woman, upon hearing this, frowned slightly, a hint of dread flickering in her eyes.

Within the ancient demon clan, there are numerous races and constant conflicts, and the Red Soul Clan is precisely the mortal enemy of her own race, with deep-seated enmity and sinister, ruthless methods.

If they truly intervene, things will become incredibly troublesome.