A dark chamber lay hidden beneath the earth.
Demon Lord Moyang's expression shifted dramatically as he scanned the intelligence report before him.
"Xiahou Yuan has emerged from the Great Abyss?" Moyang's face turned grim.
As one of Xiahou Yuan's former Nine Demon Lords, he was acutely aware of Xiahou Yuan's terrifying presence.
Even the mightiest of ninth-level Demon Lords trembled with fear before him, unable to muster resistance.
It wasn't just his power—he was like a cat terrifying the bravest of mice, forcing submission deep within their souls.
Twenty-five years ago, Moyang had felt immense relief when he saw Heavenly Sword Master suppress Xiahou Yuan and imprison him in the eighteenth level of the Great Abyss, believing his own good days were to follow.
With Xiahou Yuan's restraints gone, he could act freely.
Even if he couldn’t defeat the Sky Sword Sect or the Heavenly Sword Master, surely he could escape their grasp.
The vastness of the Five Regions and the world was his refuge—no righteous might could challenge him.
"Useless! Heavenly Sword Master, you're utterly useless!" Moyang fumed with frustration at the squandered opportunity.