Time flows endlessly.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed.
Deep within the vast, desolate wilderness of the extreme west, lies an ancient and eerie mysterious ruin.
"This is the place."
"Based on the description from Master Zhang, this should be the site of the ancient Primordial Demon Sect."
"Hurry and inform Master Zhang."
Dozens of martial world fighters explored this place, their spirits lifted.
The burly man leading them quickly gave instructions and then waited at the entrance of the ruin.
"It's said that this ruin shifts with the earth's veins and changes location over time, which is why it's taken so long to find it."
Next to the burly man, a slightly darker-skinned man muttered softly.
After half a day, a young man in a Daoist robe appeared before the ruins, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Master Zhang."
The burly man saw him and immediately stepped forward respectfully.
"Greetings, Master Zhang."
Everyone else followed suit and paid their respects.
They couldn't help but feel enormous pressure around this seemingly ordinary Daoist.
This was because Master Zhang was undoubtedly the most ruthless Heavenly Master in the history of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.
In the past, Heavenly Masters did go out to purge demons, but only for a few years at most.
However, this Master Zhang had spent sixty years doing so.
As of today, the arrogant demons of the past had become legends, and the most feared words were now "Demonic Way."
This was all due to Master Zhang.
With his own strength, Master Zhang eradicated the demons to the point that no one dared to call themselves a demon anymore.
Some secretly calculated that within sixty years, the number of demons who perished under Master Zhang wasn't in the hundreds of thousands, but at least in the tens of thousands.
"This is the place."
Lin Yuan examined the ruins carefully, confirming they were indeed the ancient Primordial Demon Sect's site.
The Primordial Demon Sect, as the source of all demons from 6,800 years ago, could rival even the first Heavenly Master.
Lin Yuan knew that to eliminate the world's demons, he had to deal with these ruins.
However, the site's location constantly changed, never fixed.
Thus, Lin Yuan used his Heavenly Master title to mobilize the martial fighters of the world to finally pinpoint the site's location today.
"I'm going in."
"You should all leave quickly."
Lin Yuan glanced at the burly man and the others before speaking.
"Yes."
The burly man replied promptly.
"Master Zhang, this place is dangerous. Please be careful."
The burly man hesitated, but his admiration for Master Zhang was palpable.
During Lin Yuan's sixty-year campaign against demons, the world was not without disputes, but it was significantly more peaceful.
His grandfather often told stories of the demons' arrogance sixty years ago, where they would capture people and consume their blood to cultivate demonic arts.
"I know what I'm doing."
Lin Yuan nodded and then walked straight into the ruins.
Outside the ruin, the group quickly began discussing.
"Is that really Master Zhang? He looks so young!"
"Young? Master Zhang was already 20 years old sixty years ago; he's 80 now."
"Heavenly Masters are beyond our imagination. They say every Heavenly Master can live over 200 years."
The group whispered among themselves.
Over the years, Master Zhang had become almost mythic.
Compared to other Heavenly Masters, Master Zhang had spent the longest time purging demons, and thus his fame was even more profound.
Even the Emperor of the Great Yu would bow in respect upon seeing Master Zhang.
What did Master Zhang rely on to command the martial fighters of the world? Was it their automatic compliance? No, it was his absolute, unrivaled strength.
Although Master Zhang only killed demons, how he defined a demon was up to him.
Even if you practiced righteous arts without harming anyone, if Master Zhang deemed you a demon, then you were a demon and could be slain.
"Enough."
"Let’s go."
"Master Zhang surely has his reasons for asking us to leave."
"Even if the Primordial Demon Sect has vanished, its site is not to be underestimated. Master Zhang fears nothing, but we are not Master Zhang."
The burly man spoke seriously.
Hearing this, the others felt a shiver in their hearts and hurriedly followed him away from the site.
Inside the Primordial Demon Sect ruins, Lin Yuan walked leisurely.
An invisible Taiji domain spread from him, covering a hundred meters around.
Within this domain, every detail was as clear as day.
Sixty years ago, having achieved the status of a Heavenly Master, Lin Yuan was already unmatched in the world, surpassing all past Heavenly Masters.
Now, after sixty years, even Lin Yuan was unsure of his current level.
Throughout these sixty years, Lin Yuan had been purging demons, but with his heaven-defying comprehension, whether in seclusion or active battles, he was constantly understanding the Dao and refining his cultivation.
Before becoming a Heavenly Master, Lin Yuan stayed on Dragon Tiger Mountain because he wasn't yet the strongest and because he hadn't fully grasped the True Martial Dao there.
But after becoming a Heavenly Master, he would have traveled the world for further enlightenment even if he wasn’t hunting demons.
The ruins were dark and eerie, yet Lin Yuan seemed indifferent, heading straight to the deepest part.
In no time, he arrived at a massive altar.
The altar was a mix of black and red, faintly stained with blood.
"Heh, heh, heh."
Just as Lin Yuan gazed at the altar, a deep, powerful voice echoed.
The altar's surface was filled with a mist of blood Qi, condensing into a scarlet figure.
"After all these years, another Heavenly Master of the True Martial Lineage has appeared."
The blood-red figure looked at Lin Yuan and chuckled lightly.
"Who are you?"
Lin Yuan asked calmly.
"Who am I? You may call me the Primordial Demon Spirit."
The blood-red figure's tone rose, tinged with mania.
"Primordial Demon Spirit?"
Lin Yuan pondered momentarily.
"You're not from this world, are you?"
Since obtaining the True Martial Sword, Lin Yuan suspected it originated from another world.
The powers of the moon and sun within were beyond even Lin Yuan's current abilities, let alone past Heavenly Masters.
Since Heavenly Masters were the pinnacle of this world, their inability implied no being here could wield such power.
Only other worlds, or perhaps even the 'upper realm,' could possibly exist.
Now encountering the Primordial Demon Spirit reaffirmed Lin Yuan's suspicions.
The demon spirit's method of appearance surpassed mortal methods, and its tone suggested it had existed for over 6,800 years.
"Hahaha."
"This generation's Heavenly Master has some insight, recognizing my origins."
The blood-red figure scrutinized Lin Yuan closely.
"But since you've entered, the person I chose is likely dead by your hand, yes?"
A hundred years ago, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect stumbled upon the ruins.
Guided by the Primordial Demon Spirit, he gained part of the ancient sect's inheritance, unleashing chaos across the world.
This wasn't an isolated incident; for 6,800 years, demonic chaos emerged every few centuries, mostly instigated by the Primordial Demon Spirit.
"Tell me, what brings you here to find me, the Primordial Demon Spirit?"
The blood-red figure stood at the altar's center, asking with interest.
It had been lonely for too long; the last human it had seen was a hundred years ago.
"I am here to try and destroy you."
Lin Yuan unambiguously stated his purpose.
He had organized the martial fighters of the world to locate the Primordial Demon Sect ruins to end this demonic source once and for all.
Without it, though many demons might still emerge over decades and centuries, the calamities would be fewer.
"Hahaha."
"Destroy me?"
"Such arrogance!"
"Before you, over twenty Heavenly Masters found this place. Why do you think I still exist?"
The blood-red figure was momentarily stunned but then laughed hysterically.
"Moon essence."
"Sun essence."
Lin Yuan didn't continue the conversation.
Instead, he subtly drew the power of the moon and sun from the heavens, bringing it down upon the altar.
Rumbling sounds echoed as black and white transformed into a giant yin-yang millstone, aiming to crush the altar, shaking the entire ruin.
Under the yin-yang millstone's pressure, the blood-red figure retreated a few steps, its vivid crimson turning a shade darker.
"You simultaneously harness the power of moon and sun. With merely this, you've surpassed every Heavenly Master of the True Martial Lineage in this world, including the first, who received the True Martial teachings."
"But it's still not enough to destroy me."
The blood-red figure's tone regained calmness, and the surrounding altar emitted a massive surge of blood Qi, continuously replenishing its energy.
"Condense."
Lin Yuan channeled the moon and sun within, extending his right hand downward.
Sixty years of training and enlightenment had advanced his understanding of the moon and sun far beyond that of decades ago.
The power he summoned was vast and overwhelming.
The yin-yang millstone expanded tenfold, with moon essence and sun essence endlessly cycling, vast and swirling like a boundless ocean.
"It's futile; I am immortal."
The Primordial Demon Spirit's expression shifted slightly but maintained its tough words.
But after only a few moments...
"Stop! Stop!"
"Let's talk this over."
"No need for violence."
(Chapter End)