My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Afterwards, Gu Changyuan fulfilled his promise and awakened the Formless Demon Seed for them.

When the bloodline power that had been suppressed for fourteen years finally broke through the seal and surged through the body like a flood bursting its banks.

The two women knelt before him, tears streaming down their faces.

They finally believed it.

This stranger did not lie to them.

He really... came to help them.

From that moment on, they became Gu Changyuan's disciples, his first and second disciples in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

In the years that followed, they followed their master in cultivation, growing stronger and stronger step by step.

Their relationship with their master evolved from initial wariness and defensiveness to trust and reliance, and now...

Complex.

It's complicated and hard to explain.

At first, the two girls thought that their master had taken them as disciples, but in the end, they could not escape the worldly routines—after all, they had the blood of succubi and their appearances were too outstanding.

During their years in the family, they had witnessed the covetousness behind so-called "goodwill" and the filthy thoughts beneath smiles.

But as the days went by, Master remained steadfast.

He taught them cultivation, cared about their daily lives, and was genuinely happy when they made breakthroughs in their cultivation, but would also frown when they were injured.

The only exception is that he has never overstepped any boundaries.

The two women were initially relieved.

Later, as that feeling of relief gradually subsided, it transformed into a different, indescribable sensation.

When did it start to change?

They had made a mistake in their cultivation, and their master personally regulated their meridians.

They were injured. The master, with a furrowed brow, carried them back to their room and healed them.

Or even earlier, so early that they themselves can't remember?

All they knew was that, from some point onward, their master's image began to occupy an increasingly larger place in their hearts.

They began to care about whose eyes were on more often, and whether the smiles the master gave to his fellow disciples were the same as their own.

I started to care about those small emotions that I didn't even want to admit.

Later, Gu Changyuan disappeared.

Without warning, without any news.

That day, the two women were the most panicked of all.

They searched frantically, scouring the sect's records and exploring countless secret realms.

They even risked infiltrating forces hostile to the Heavenly Demon Sect, just to find out a sliver of information about their master.

But there was nothing there.

Over the next thousand years, while desperately expanding their sect and consolidating their power, they never gave up searching for clues about their master.

That search route, walked for a thousand years, still has no end.

Over these long millennia, those inexplicable emotions, nourished by longing and worry, have grown wildly.

It has grown into a towering tree.

It has grown into... a pathological condition.

Yes, it's pathological.

Now, Master has finally returned.

Standing before them, they are exactly the same as they were a thousand years ago, even the gentle smile on their lips is exactly the same.

The two girls appeared as obedient as two docile kittens—peeling fruit, serving tea, and sitting quietly beside their master. Every action was just right, and every word was gentle and appropriate.

But beneath that docile exterior lies something that could chill anyone to the bone.

If it weren't for the fact that we're currently no match for our master...

If I didn't know that taking action would only result in retaliation...

They had long ago tied up their master and locked him in a small room that only they knew about, and he would never, ever, ever leave again.

Deep within those scarlet eyes, what surged was no longer simply a sea of ​​blood, but a possessive desire that had been suppressed for thousands of years, bordering on madness.

The two seemingly docile, drooping black tails trembled slightly at their tips occasionally, not out of tension, but because they were desperately trying to restrain themselves—restraining the urge to tightly entwine that figure and never let go.

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue are no longer just the two girls who relied on their master.

They are the Demon Ancestors.

They are beings who stand at the pinnacle of the demon realm.

He's a madman who can make the entire demon realm tremble when he goes crazy.

In front of their master, however, they were willing to hide all their claws and fangs and pretend to be the most obedient.

But what is fake is ultimately just a pretense.

......

In the human realm, in Blackrock City.

Blackrock City is not far from the Demon Realm; it is located in the southern region of the Southern Continent of the Human Realm.

Shao Mu, with his two good-for-nothing disciples, finally arrived at the airspace above this place after about a day and a half.

As he stood in mid-air, looking down at the city below, his face darkened once again.

This is a lifeless city.

From high above, the entire city was shrouded in a semi-transparent, blood-red barrier.

The city wall is mottled, and the originally dark blue bricks are now stained with dark blood and covered with blackish-brown stains.

The sky above the entire city was almost devoid of any sign of life.

This is Blackrock City.

A once prosperous border town has now become a hunting ground for evil cultivators.

The instant Shao Mu appeared—

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several figures suddenly shot into the sky from somewhere in the city!

Those were several evil cultivators, each surrounded by a faint blood mist, with sinister faces and a mixed aura that carried a distinct bloody smell.

They instantly locked onto the figure in the void that was neither deliberately concealing itself nor revealing its aura, and surrounded it.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into Blackrock City?"

"Who are you?"

Shao Mu's tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Hmph! You don't even recognize us?"

Another evil cultivator sneered, his attitude extremely arrogant.

"We're under the command of a Void Refinement Realm expert! This Black Stone City is under our boss's protection! If you know what's good for you, get out of here! Otherwise—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat was already evident in his words.

Upon hearing this, Shao Mu understood.

A Void Refining Realm expert.

Isn't he talking about his three wicked disciples?

These three beasts not only committed evil deeds themselves, but also kept a group of lackeys outside to guard this "hunting ground" for them, and to pass on messages and report their "harvest".

He chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft and faint, yet it sent a chill down the spines of those evil cultivators.

"Are you referring to these two good-for-nothings?"

Shao Mu casually waved his right hand.

Two figures appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then he casually tossed them away, as if throwing two lumps of rotten flesh, which floated in the void.

Those were his two disciples.

No, now, they should be called "those two wicked disciples".