As people were discussing matters related to the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land, an eerie and indescribable change was occurring within the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land where Yue Bai was located.
In the depths of Ten Thousand Miles Mountain, shrouded in milky white dense fog, a majestic and ancient bronze gate stood tall between heaven and earth. Countless demon patterns were inscribed upon it, emitting a suffocating aura of sternness and antiquity.
The gate appeared to be embedded in the wall of thick fog, with only the body of the gate itself visible on the outside.
At first glance, the demon patterns seemed chaotic and random, as if a child had scribbled without logic, but upon closer inspection, a peculiar feeling would emerge from the depths of one's heart, and the patterns would begin to dance accordingly.
The dancing patterns transitioned from disorder to order, from chaos to symmetry, and in an instant, they transformed to display the faces of numerous members of the Demon Clan.
Present were figures from the existing members of the Demon Clan, as well as those that had vanished into the annals of time; now, all were represented without omission on the bronze gate.
Before this towering gate stood two figures, one large and one small, silently crouched in meditation.
"Is this the last time we're going in?" asked the smaller figure, their voice tinged with a trace of impatience.
For Uncle Tangerine, with his capricious nature, staying here was unbearably dull.
He used to lead Liang Yi's entrusted White Tiger across the battlefield with abandon, gathering World Origin to feed the little one.
The little one did not disappoint, devouring World Origin and growing rapidly as if it had engorged on miraculous fertilizers. In less than a year, it soared to Great Perfection of Sixth Realm and was ready to find a place within the Demon Clan to enter seclusion.
But when Uncle Tangerine brought the White Tiger back, ready to find a place for seclusion, he received a transmission from the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, which led him and the White Tiger to this core land of inheritance for the Demon Clan.
"Yes, turning the inheritance into a foundation is quickest through actual combat. They have done so eleven times over the past year, and this is to be the last inheritance," the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits said in a deep voice, a serious expression on his face as he gazed at the bronze gate that was forged with the power of all the former pinnacle members of the Demon Clan.
Inside, besides Yue Bai, the White Tiger born a year ago, and the Azure Dragon that had just emerged, there were also other talented members of the Demon Clan who had been stuffed inside by the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits.
"But do you really not plan to go in?"
The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits stroked his own head, which felt like it was on the verge of going bald from all the effort, and looked puzzledly at his "son" beside him.
Now a Perfection of Ninth Realm himself, he had figured out a bit about his adopted son's origins but didn't care much about the specifics.
After all, to him, it didn't matter who became his son, as long as the bloodline continued.
However, it was indeed not easy to open the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land; only once per epoch could it be opened, and after opening, only a singular number of Demon Spirit inheritance marks could be sent out. Only by integrating the mark into one's body could they safely enter the gate of the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land.
The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, both publicly and privately, reserved a spot for his adopted son, but it was unfortunately ruthlessly rejected.
"I don't need these inheritances; my path has already been predetermined. So, it's better to give them to others, hoping to contribute more in the battle against the Abyss," said Uncle Tangerine with a rare expressionless face, his eyes deep as he gazed at the bronze gate, his thoughts seemingly drifting away.
The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits glanced at his son and sighed inwardly.
Ever since the kid had broken through to Eighth Realm not long before, he felt that something was amiss. The kid seemed to be hiding many things but never spoke of them, which made it hard for him to know how to begin to help.
Uncle Tangerine's gaze appeared hollow, seemingly focused on the bronze gate in front of him, but in fact, his mind had already drifted off who knows where.
"How could this be!"
Uncle Tangerine recalled the memories that had surged back as suddenly as fog clearing when he broke through to the Eighth Realm, causing him to subconsciously clench his fists.
He realized that he hadn't chosen to reincarnate out of boredom as a part of Heavenly Dao; he wasn't of the Human Race. Even when he was an Innate Divine Object, his existence revolved only around an innate pursuit of power and Realm; emotions were utterly absent from him.
After becoming part of Heavenly Dao, despite the passage of time and viewing the myriad states of the world that may have caused slight fluctuations in his mental state, they would always return to stillness, creating no waves whatsoever.
It was utterly impossible for such minor ripples to create a tidal wave strong enough to heat up his head and decide on reincarnation by itself!
Despite Qinglian now being as emotionally rich as a member of the Human Race, it's possible that even he had forgotten that before the Mystical Mechanism world had birthed the Human Race, he had also been cultivating silently in the Void, devoid of any emotions.
It was over countless years and constant observation of the Human Race's development that Qinglian nurtured his own emotions. However, that period was so distant, even Qinglian had subconsciously forgotten such a past.
The memories he thought he was recalling were nothing more than post-reincarnation gaps that his brain had filled in with its own self-constructed excuses to complete his memory.
Now, having advanced to the Eighth Realm, the path of the Great Dao had become increasingly clear, and the dense fog that had cloaked his Origin Spirit Light had silently dissipated.