After retrieving the ancient painting, Ye Yun shimmered slightly and returned to the carriage.

He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling subtly.

Having encountered an acquaintance from a hundred thousand years ago who no longer recognized him, Ye Yun's emotions were somewhat stirred.

Although it did not affect his steadfast Dao Heart, it still left him feeling somewhat melancholic.

Inside the hall, everyone remained in a relatively suspended state.

Ye Yun glanced one last time at Mao Bao'er's father and instantly extracted all the memories from his mind.

Ye Yun extracted these memories to understand the origin of this ancient painting.

After observing a stream of memories, flowing like water, Ye Yun's expression darkened further.

He murmured to himself, "So the ancestor of the Sky Spirit Cat Clan was a pet that Xiao Yunxiao had raised in her later years. Therefore, before her departure, she left them an ancient painting to protect them for ten thousand years…"

At this point, Ye Yun once again brought out the ancient painting, slowly unrolling it and carefully scrutinizing the woman in azure depicted on it.

According to the memories in the golden-robed elder's mind, over ninety thousand years ago, Yun Xiao, having become an Eternal Realm Great Demon, began her Cultivation of the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path.

Through practicing this unique Divine skill, she broke through to The Tenth Layer Peak of the Eternal Realm, becoming an exceptionally rare and powerful demon.

Such a cultivation base was rare even among the Human Race.

Therefore, at that time, Yun Xiao was the leading figure of the Demon Clan on the Cangnan Continent, and also considered their spiritual leader.

What surprised Ye Yun was that Yun Xiao later established the Ruthless Palace, recruiting numerous followers and Disciples.

Among them were both Demon Clan and Human Race members.

The people of the Ruthless Palace all practiced the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path; they were all cold-hearted and ruthless, known for their decisiveness in killing.

Throughout the Cangnan Continent, they were renowned, their might shaking the world.

Seventy thousand years ago, the conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Clan on the Cangnan Continent gradually escalated, culminating in a great war.

At the outset of the war, Yun Xiao, who practiced the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path, did not intervene. However, when the Demon Clan faced a crisis of survival, Yun Xiao could not help but act.

She repelled the Human Race's powerful Cultivators who were at The Tenth Layer Peak of the Eternal Realm, securing a sliver of hope for the Demon Clan's survival.

From then on, she was remembered by every member of the Demon Clan and hailed as the Ancestor of ten thousand demons.

The Ruthless Palace, too, became a sacred place for the Demon Clan.

Witnessing these past events, Ye Yun couldn't help but sigh. He could vaguely guess why Yun Xiao had chosen to cultivate the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path.

Ye Yun's fall at that time had been a massive blow to Yun Xiao.

Disheartened, she began to cultivate the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path, hoping this Divine skill could help her forget the pain in her heart.

Ye Yun sighed.

A hundred thousand years had passed, a time of immense change, and people were different. Yun Xiao was long gone.

An Eternal Realm demon, despite having a very long lifespan, could not possibly live for a hundred thousand years.

He quietly looked at the woman in the picture, his vision blurring for a moment, as if time had returned to a hundred thousand years ago.

...

「Within the hall.」

Suddenly, everyone's spirits lifted as they awoke from their suspended state.

"What just happened?" The Big Black Horse stared, shaking his head, somewhat perplexed.

The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon was the same.

However, when he saw the terrifying woman in the green dress in mid-air suddenly vanish—along with the ancient painting—he snapped to his senses.

The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon instantly understood. It must have been the Lord who acted. When the Lord saw they were no match for the woman in the green dress, He directly intervened to resolve the crisis for them.

PHEW!

The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon took a deep breath, feeling the relief of having narrowly escaped death.

The Big Black Horse also understood at this moment, realizing that it was the Lord who had intervened at the crucial moment.

"Where has the revered Demon Ancestor gone?"

At this point, the golden-robed elder also regained his senses. Gazing at the empty space above the hall, he couldn't help but roar internally.

Just when he was on the verge of success, about to suppress the two Eternal Realm Great Demons, he suddenly experienced a daze, and both the Demon Ancestor's manifested will and the ancient painting vanished.

What on earth had happened?

The golden-robed elder felt like banging his head against a wall.

This ancient painting had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and generations of Clan Leaders had never used it.

He had been forced into a corner today, finally deciding to use this ancient painting.

But he never imagined... he would actually lose the ancient painting.

He was truly the greatest sinner in the history of the Sky Spirit Cat Clan!

The golden-robed elder roared to the heavens, tears streaming down like rain, his heart filled with immense guilt.

Seeing her father so distraught, Mao Bao'er didn't know how to console him.

"Father, don't be sad. Maybe all of this is fate..."

The pink-clad young woman walked over to support her aging father. She noticed that in that instant, her father seemed to have aged a great deal.

Seeing her father in this state, Mao Bao'er couldn't stop her tears.

She hadn't expected so many things to happen after she returned home.

The greatest heirloom of their Sky Spirit Cat Clan had actually been lost by her father.

Mao Bao'er could imagine her father's feelings at this moment.

The Big Black Cat stood up. Reflecting on what had just happened, he instantly understood and conveyed his thoughts to Mao Bao'er via voice transmission, It must have been the Old Master who acted...

Mao Bao'er was somewhat excited. So it was the Old Master who took action! In that case, the ancient painting must be in his hands...

She decided to find the Old Master and ask for the ancient painting back. That way, her father wouldn't have to blame himself so much.

Just as she was about to leave the main hall, a voice like a clap of thunder boomed from above, "Old scoundrel of the Sky Spirit Cat Clan, get out here and die!"

The voice was incredibly sonorous and highly penetrating, making the entire main hall buzz and tremble.

The golden-robed elder was startled; he immediately recognized the voice.

With a flicker, he was outside the main hall.

Standing on the square in front of the main hall, he looked up into the void and saw a figure.

This figure was enormous, enveloped in dense Ghost Qi, looking sinister and terrifying.

The golden-robed elder shouted angrily, "Nether Ghost King, several thousand years ago, you were my defeated foe! Have you come seeking death again this time?"

The newcomer was none other than the Nether Ghost King from the Ghost King Sect of the Heavenly Moon Dynasty, who held a deep grudge against their Sky Spirit Cat Clan.

Several thousand years ago, the Nether Ghost King had led his disciples to attack the Sky Spirit Cat Clan but was repelled by him.

He hadn't expected this fellow to return a thousand years later.

The Nether Ghost King waved his large hand, and a black long spear immediately appeared in it. The spear was wreathed in Ghost Qi and emitted waves of gloomy cries, as if the tormented souls of countless beings were howling within it. "This time, I, the Ghost King, have cultivated a Great Divine Power and intend to have a proper battle with you!"

The golden-robed elder turned his head and shouted, "Mao Bao'er, give me the Heavenly Spirit Mirror!"

Mao Bao'er hurriedly ran out. Hearing her father's call, she immediately tossed out the Heavenly Spirit Mirror.

The Nether Ghost King saw this, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. "Aha! So the Heavenly Spirit Mirror wasn't in your hands after all!"

He swooped down from mid-air, black long spear in hand, and thrust viciously.

His spear aimed straight for the golden-robed elder's chest.

Forced to react, the golden-robed elder hastily retreated, and the Heavenly Spirit Mirror flashed past him.

The Nether Ghost King made a grasping motion with his large hand and immediately seized the Heavenly Spirit Mirror.

The Nether Ghost King laughed arrogantly, "HAHAHA... Old fool, without the Heavenly Spirit Mirror, let's see how you'll fight me!"

The golden-robed elder's pale face became extremely grim.

The Heavenly Spirit Mirror was the ultimate treasure of their Sky Spirit Cat Clan. In his hands, it could unleash unparalleled prowess.

Without the Heavenly Spirit Mirror, he feared he was no match for the Nether Ghost King before him.

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