Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 506 You wouldn't even call me the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor
The Northern Continent, a gathering place for eighth-order demonic cultivators.

Since the Northern Continent was banished by the combined forces of the demonic path and far from the primordial land, the outer perimeter of this land has been shrouded in wind and snow, serving as a barrier to protect the demonic path's stronghold.

Any creature below the eighth rank that ventures into the snowstorm will have its flesh and blood quickly taken away and its primordial spirit destroyed, eventually turning into a withered skeleton imprisoned in the snowstorm.

Therefore, most people keep their distance from this snow barrier, and even eighth-level demons rarely venture into the vicinity.

Today, however, a large number of people have gathered near the border snowstorm. Most of them are seventh-tier beings below the eighth tier, and a few of them already possess some eighth-tier characteristics.

Besides them, there was another eighth-rank demon standing in front of them, with his back to the howling blizzard. He was none other than the second-in-command of the demonic path, the Unclean Old Demon.

“True Spirit, on your journey to the primordial world, I will not be able to keep an eye on you all the time. Remember to be careful in everything you do. If you offend anyone you shouldn’t, go to your Ancestor Xuanjun. He will take good care of you.”

The Impure Old Demon stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferently watching his disciples and grand-disciples, but in reality he was whispering to a disciple named True Spirit.

In the crowd, a burly man wrapped in a Taoist robe pretended to close his eyes and meditate, silently responding in his mind:

"Disciple, keep this in mind."

After he finished speaking, a strange feeling spread through his heart.

At first, he never expected that this great supernatural being, who would later be known as the Impure Demon Ancestor or the Second Demon Ancestor in history, would be another side of his own Xuanjun Ancestor.

The thought that his beloved Ancestor Xuanjun was a demon was immediately banished from his mind.

“How could I have such a disrespectful thought? The patriarch must have had a deeper meaning in doing this. Perhaps he wanted to use this opportunity to infiltrate the demonic path and betray the Great Freedom Demon.”

Thinking this way, Zhenling's heart became firm, and he no longer had the idea of ​​slandering the patriarch.

After a quarter of an hour, the unclean old demon at the front felt that the number of people was about right, so he casually dispersed the blizzard and opened up a passage to the prehistoric world.

"When you go to the primordial world, you must hide your identities as demonic cultivators. If the Divine Court discovers them, hehe, you can just wait to die."

Finally, after issuing a cold warning, the Unclean Demon stood aside and watched the demonic cultivators leave.

The demonic path has always been like this; it's all about the survival of the fittest. In fact, most of the people here are just food for certain old demons, waiting for them to advance to the eighth rank before being refined into incarnations.

Even if his attitude towards the true spirit was relatively mild, it was still a choice he made as a Xuanjun.

One by one, the demonic cultivators left, until finally, only the Unclean Old Demon remained in the same spot.

The blizzard returned, once again shrouding the border.

The Unclean Demon stood at the edge of the snowstorm, staring at the vast white expanse ahead, gradually emptying his mind, and even the howling of the blizzard disappeared from his ears.

It's as if one's spirit has fallen into a certain state, and everything that matters or doesn't matter to them has drifted away from them.

"Whose incarnation are you, really?"

With a seductive power, a voice came from the blizzard and entered his mind.

“I am, I am…” Suddenly, the old demon’s dilated pupils solidified, his face hardened, and he said decisively, “I am your father.”

"You...!" The voice faltered in the blizzard, then became shrill: "You dare to play me?!"

"Yes, I'm just messing with you. What are you? You think you're worthy to be my son?"

A long spear appeared in his hand, and the large eye on the spearhead stared intently at a certain spot in the blizzard.

"You cowards hiding yourselves, show yourselves!" The corrupted soldiers shot out and plunged into the blizzard, followed by a massive explosion.

After the eerie green light subsided, the blizzard ceased, and a slender figure became clearly visible.

"Hey, isn't this our Demon Ancestor? Why does he look so disheveled?"

The moment the old demon saw the person clearly, he made a mocking gesture.

The Great Free Heavenly Demon glared at him angrily, seeing no respect whatsoever from this Demon Ancestor.

“Whenever I try to respect you, you speak,” the Demon Ancestor said coldly. “Fellow Daoist Impure, what is it that makes you so disrespectful to me?”

“You wouldn’t even call me ‘Great Freedom Demon Ancestor’.”

"Demon Ancestor, given our relationship, is there any need for these empty formalities?"

The Impure Old Demon wielded a corrupting army of calamities in one hand and a banner of ten thousand souls in the other, with countless dead souls trailing behind him; his threatening intent was palpable.
"Moreover, the Demon Ancestor only recently finished his battle with the Cloud Sea Venerable, and now is the time for him to recuperate. It would be better not to waste his time here with me."

The Great Free Heavenly Demon glanced at the Corrupted Disaster Soldiers that gleamed with cold light, then at the Myriad Souls Banner that was overflowing with black energy. After a moment of thought, he finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to cause trouble.

“Fellow Daoist Impure, you are right,” his displeasure quickly vanished, replaced by a smiling face. “I have other important matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company any longer.”

"May the Demon Ancestor have a safe journey." The Unclean Demon smiled as he watched him leave, as if there was no distance between them.

But in reality, everyone knows that the conflict between them is irreconcilable.

There can only be one Demon Ancestor, but in the same era, there are two people vying for the position of Demon Ancestor. It's too much of a coincidence.

In the boundless deep space, where the stars of the heavens once stood, civilizations from previous eras have now taken over.

Civilizations that have transformed into apostles of natural disasters are expanding across the starry sky at the speed of locusts, rapidly occupying stars and exploiting the resources they contain.

They considered the eighth-tier civilization as their hypothetical enemy, designed various incredibly powerful weapons, and concluded a joint defense agreement. If one side was attacked, the other civilizations would join the war.

Meanwhile, in the territory of the Jie civilization, a farewell party was drawing to a close.

"Li Yang, are you really sure you've made up your mind to go to that unknown prehistoric land?" Lei Tao, the former leader of the Jie civilization, asked.

The protagonist of the farewell party was none other than Li Yang, who had been fooled by Chen Xingzhi into believing he had the potential to reach the eighth rank.

After a long period of time, this seventh-order Tribulation cultivator, who was personally promoted by Chen Xingzhi, finally touched the threshold of the eighth order. For this, he did not hesitate to go to the prehistoric land alone to seek an opportunity to advance further.

"My mind is made up. Besides, I have a premonition that there is no chance for me to advance further in the primordial world."

Li Yang said firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Since you have chosen to embark on this path, you must be prepared to give up everything in order to seek the truth.

Recalling what Chen Xingzhi had once told him, Li Yang's resolve to leave became even stronger.

"I will become the first eighth-order being in our civilization, and I will become a great being like him."

Seeing that he was determined to leave, Lei Tao and Elder Yan, who was standing to the side, said nothing more, only telling him to be careful.

"The Primordial World is not the endless sea it once was. Now that the Divine Court is suppressing the world, there are still a large number of eighth-level beings roaming the Primordial World. You must be very careful."

(End of this chapter)