Naturally, it was only after stepping into the hall that Li Ling realized sothing.
These over-the-top seventy-two seats were not rely decorative.
Every single seat had a person seated upon it, or at least, almost every single seat did, and each of them released no active aura at all.
Yet even without deliberate pressure, the entire auditorium felt as if it was filled with seventy-one crouching dragons and hidden tigers, each one wrapped in white and gold sect robes yet carrying a different flavor of power depending on the path they belonged to.
This was not the lower layer, where Qi Refinent ants and Foundation Establishnt insects bustled around like laborers in a factory.
Nor was this the middle layer, where Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, and Dao Integration cultivators could still be understood as high-level experts who interacted with the wider world.
This was the upper layer.
Here, the seventh-realm Void Refinent True Inheritors and eighth-realm Nihility Grand Elders sat quietly like mountains pretending to be people.
Li Ling glanced across the hall, and the Asura Blood Token rged with his heart and blood naturally stirred, feeding him the basic identities of those present.
Of course, it was only basic information, their nas, Dao path, cultivation realm, and rank.
Anything deeper would require either permission, investigation, or the Infinite Slaughter System’s scan, and Li Ling did not feel like openly peeping at seventy-one high-level monsters while standing in their ancestral hall.
He was arrogant, not brainless.
His eyes first swept toward the Divine Deva Path section, because that was where the golden-white light was most intense.
At the lower high tier, one seat among the six True Inheritor seats was empty.
That empty seat was not abandoned, dusty, or forgotten.
Rather, it was spotless, shining, and marked with a faint layer of sealed light, as if its owner was rely away on sect business and no one here found that abnormal.
Li Ling’s eyes flickered slightly.
He could naturally guess that this was tied to the old matter he had learned about during the Black Heaven Sect war, about the Saint Son of their Six Paths Demon Sect being struck to death by the Heavenly Mandate Dao Child during a duel with Heavenly Thunder.
However, no one explained it, and Li Ling did not ask.
There was a ti to be curious, and there was a ti to shut up and rember who in the room could probably erase a city by sneezing too hard.
The five Divine Deva True Inheritors were a graceful young man nad Yue Tianheng, a cold young woman nad Bai Qingluan, a broad-shouldered man nad Luo Shenguang, a delicate-looking youth nad Xie Yunxi, and a mature beauty nad Mu Yaoguang.
Above them sat the six Divine Deva Grand Elders, who were an ancient man with the face of a benevolent grandfather nad Grand Elder Han Guangzhao, a stern woman who looked about forty despite her age being impossible to estimate nad Grand Elder Lu Mingfei, a bald old man with dark skin nad Grand Elder Mo Tianyu, a tall and thin old woman nad Grand Elder Bai Yunzhen, a middle-aged man nad Grand Elder Yue Fucheng, and a withered old priestess nad Grand Elder Ning Shuanghua.
Li Ling’s gaze then shifted toward the Asura Blood Path section.
Zhen Xueren naturally moved toward one of the six True Inheritor seats on the lower high tier, settling down with a casual elegance as her scarlet river of blood sank beneath her throne like a sleeping dragon.
Apart from her, there was a wild-haired man nad Gu Shaluo, a tall woman nad Xue Hongyi, a slender young man nad Yan Chixiao, a hulking man nad Tu Wanren, and a quiet woman nad Lian Xuechi.
Above them sat the six Asura Blood Grand Elders, who were a huge old man nad Grand Elder Sha Baizhan, a lean old woman nad Grand Elder Chi Lianhua, a middle-aged man nad Grand Elder Luo Kuangsheng, a wrinkled elder nad Grand Elder ng Xuegu, a stern woman nad Grand Elder Yu Hongsha, and a smiling old man nad Grand Elder Wen Shaxin.
Next were the Wild Beast Path True Inheritors, who were a burly young woman nad Hu Zhani, a handso man nad Lang Tianchou, a short but terrifying woman nad She Qingyao, a massive man nad Niu Bawang, a delicate youth nad Ying Feiyu, and a beautiful woman nad Hu ixian.
Above them sat the six Wild Beast Grand Elders, who were a giant woman nad Grand Elder Shi Kuangmu, an old man nad Grand Elder Ying Jiukong, a hunched old woman nad Grand Elder She Wuxi, a broad old man nad Grand Elder Xiong Dali, a thin elder nad Grand Elder Lu Changsheng, and a savage-looking grandmother nad Grand Elder Mao Guhuang.
Li Ling’s eyes moved next to the True Human Path, where the True Human True Inheritors were a refined young man nad Wu Tianyuan, a tall woman nad Ji Minglan, a smiling youth nad Peng Yunqian, a severe-looking woman nad Gongshu Yeli, a handso man nad Qin Wenshu, and a quiet girl nad Mo Qingyi.
Above them sat the six True Human Grand Elders, who were a fat old man nad Grand Elder Pang Jinhai, an elderly woman nad Grand Elder Cao Lingxuan, a middle-aged man nad Grand Elder Gongshu Bailian, an old scholar nad Grand Elder ng Daoci, a plump old woman nad Grand Elder Yao Huanpo, and a thin old man nad Grand Elder Fu Qianji.
Then ca the Hungry Ghost Path, with its diverse True Inheritors that ranged from a pale young man nad Shi Wugui, a ghostly beautiful woman nad Bei Youling, a laughing man nad Xu Changsheng, a corpse-like youth nad Mu Sichen, a thin woman nad Ye Hanshuang, and a smiling childlike boy who looked twelve nad Tong Wuxiao.
Above them sat the six Hungry Ghost Grand Elders, who were a skeletal old man nad Grand Elder Gui Qianhun, an ancient woman nad Grand Elder Bai Mingpo, a corpse-like elder nad Grand Elder Jiang Shiyu, a middle-aged man with pitch-black eyes nad Grand Elder Ye Wuchang, a short elder with a hunched back nad Grand Elder Shi Yanku, and a tall old woman with robes embroidered with open mouths nad Grand Elder Luo Wang.
Finally, Li Ling’s gaze arrived at the Desolate Hell Path, of which the six True Inheritors were a blindfolded man nad Zhai Wuming, a calm young woman nad Yan Wusheng, a genderless youth with porcelain skin and no eyebrows nad Mo Zhaoyin, a smiling man with bright red eyes and a scholar’s fan nad Lu Huangquan, a thin woman with robes decorated with tiny black bells nad Zhao Mingyu, and a quiet young man with robes that constantly blurred around the edges nad Nangong Wuhen.
Above them sat the six Desolate Hell Grand Elders, an old judge-like man with stern eyes nad Grand Elder Yan Fadu, an ancient woman with blind white eyes nad Grand Elder ng Posha, a bandaged elder with robes layered like burial wrappings nad Grand Elder Zhen Buming, a middle-aged woman with robes that seed to absorb all sound around her nad Grand Elder Luo Huangyin, a shriveled old man with a crooked smile and a divination wheel in hand nad Grand Elder Bu Tianque, and a tall, faceless-looking elder with smooth pale features and no visible eyes nad Grand Elder Wu Mian.
By the ti Li Ling finished taking in these people, even with his current Dao Heart, he had to admit that the Six Paths Demon Sect was worthy of being one of the Dyad of Malevolence.
This was not just a top-tier demonic sect, this was basically a civilization of monsters pretending to be an organization!
The heck!
These seventy-one high-level existences sat in one hall as if it was nothing special, and above them all, Ming Yue sat calmly upon the central throne, his golden eyes carrying that sa amused light as if Li Ling’s arrival was not so grand ceremony, but rely the arrival of a student late to class.
What made Li Ling pay attention, though, was not the pressure, but the structure.
Six paths, six True Inheritors per path, six Grand Elders per path, and one Sect Master above all of them.
Even the missing Divine Deva True Inheritor’s empty seat did not break the symbolism.
If anything, it made the arrangent feel more deliberate, because absence itself had been given a place.
It was order built from chaos, hierarchy built from slaughter, and a demonic heaven assembled from predators!
And now, Li Ling, a re third-realm cultivator in front of this gathering of seventh-, eighth-, and ninth-realm monsters, had been called to stand before them.
Ming Yue’s fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne.
The sound was not loud, yet the entire hall instantly beca silent.
His golden eyes landed on Li Ling, and his lips curled into a faint smile.
"Li Ling."
The mont his na was spoken, the six-colored wheel behind Ming Yue rotated once.
"Step forward!"
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