In the depths of the demon lair, the sound of a racing heartbeat echoed loudly—thump, thump—it had been thousands of years since his heart had raced like this.
Once it was because he realized he had encountered a breakthrough opportunity, and now it was because he saw a Taoist in green robes.
The Taoist had an ordinary appearance, not particularly striking among cultivators, and his clothing was plain and even somewhat worn.
The fabric was old and frayed, yet held together by a mysterious force.
The Heavenly Demon Ancestor couldn’t stop thinking about that tattered garment instead of focusing on Gu Wen.
He could not glimpse the true face of a sage, but through the worn clothing, he perceived a glimmer of what lay beyond.
Unmatchable, unchallengeable!
The Heavenly Demon Ancestor had merely heard that his semi-saint disciple was in need of help, and it was highly likely that Qingtian was behind it.
Therefore, he cautiously searched, first finding a younger generation member from Zhejian Mountain at the Nascent Soul stage, then noticing one of his own disciples—a True Monarch of the Void—almost beaten to death by a mighty Merging Master.