Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Half an hour later, a gap suddenly appeared at the edge of the gray-white fog wall.

The figure of the old demon emerged from within, but his expression seemed even more somber than the mist itself.

For a long time, he stood there motionless, but the look of surprise and doubt in his eyes grew stronger.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." The old demon patriarch tugged at his goatee, still seemingly finding it somewhat unreal.

He had just stepped into the boundless fog, intending to investigate the aura left behind by the young man when he crossed it.

As it turned out, his initial guess had indeed come true!

Although the remaining aura was extremely faint, he was once a Saint Realm being, and even though his realm had fallen, he was still keenly aware of fluctuations in power of the same level.

That lingering aura was definitely not an illusion; it was indeed the power of a Saint Realm expert.

"That kid is actually a Saint Realm expert?!"

The old demon's eyes clearly showed a hint of disbelief.

"How is that possible? When did another Saint Realm expert emerge from among the demon race? I have guarded this Dou City for nearly three hundred years and have never heard of a fourth Saint Realm expert! Moreover, the young man's bone structure and aura do not resemble any of the major clans of the demon race today."

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, because things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

However, at that moment, a sharp whooshing sound rang in his ears.

"Bang!"

A dark shadow crashed heavily onto the ground three meters away from him, and the dust it kicked up made him frown.

The loud impact caused all the already sparse demons in the area to turn their heads and look in this direction.

As the smoke cleared, a huge black ape was seen squatting on the ground, grinning foolishly at the old demon.

The old demon was stunned for a moment, then glared at the other party with annoyance, raised the tattered little flag in his hand, and made as if to hit it.

"Mo Cang, how many years have you been cultivating? You're still so impetuous! Look at yourself, where is the composure that a powerful demon should have?"

"Tell me, what brings you here today, making a special trip to see this old man?"

The black ape called Mo Cang did not laugh and chuckle as usual, but instead put away its silly grin and became serious.

He stood up nimbly and said in a deep voice, "Uncle-Master, Senior Brother has something urgent to discuss with you. It's extremely important, so please come with me right away."

The old demon frowned. Although Mo Cang was usually playful and mischievous, he had never spoken to him in this tone before.

Although he was still shaken by the power of the Holy Realm he had just discovered, he knew the importance and urgency of the matter, so he didn't ask any more questions and simply nodded slightly: "Let's go."

Two figures flew one after the other towards the towering Ape King Mountain in the very center of Dou City.

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: ①⓪①ⓚⓚⓢ.ⓒⓞⓜ]

In just a few breaths, the two of them landed in front of the main hall at the top of Ape King Mountain.

The main hall's doors were wide open, and the interior was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The old demon entered the main hall and glanced around, only to find that there were only two people inside.

On the highest seat in the center sat a white ape with a snow-white body and a robust physique. Its amber eyes seemed to hold the presence of stars. This was none other than the Lord of Dou City—the White Ape King.

He is also one of the three demon kings who have reached the Saint Realm among the demon race.

Before the White Ape King's throne, a figure was kneeling on one knee; it was the White Rhinoceros Guard who had been on duty at the South Gate just moments before.

The elder demon looked around and, seeing no one else in the hall, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked at the White Ape King on the high seat and said, "White Ape, what's going on? Why did you send Mo Cang to summon me so hastily? Has something serious happened?!"

The White Ape King slowly stood up, holding an ancient book in his hand. He walked down the steps and personally handed it to the old man of the demon race.

"Uncle-Master Wei Yang, take a look at the illustration on the last page of this book, and you should be able to guess why I've urgently summoned you today!"

The old demon took the ancient book. Although he didn't understand it, he still followed the White Ape King's instructions and turned directly to the last page.

After glancing at the contents, his index finger twitched slightly.

On that page, a three-legged, flame-encircled mythical bird totem was prominently depicted. The tip of each feather was outlined with golden patterns.

"Golden Crow!? Why are you showing me the totem of the once-vanished Golden Crow clan?"

The old demon glared at the White Ape King with annoyance, but then his expression changed instantly as if he had thought of something.

"Don't tell me that you've discovered the Golden Crow lineage, will you?" The demon elder stared at the other party with a solemn expression.

The White Ape King did not answer directly. Instead, he turned his head to look at the White Rhinoceros Guard who was still kneeling on one knee, and said calmly, "Get up. Tell Uncle Wei Yang the whole story from beginning to end."

The White Rhino Guardian stood up in response, took a deep breath, and still had a hint of excitement on his face.

"Great Demon Sheep, this is what happened. Today, when I was checking entry permits at the South Gate, a carriage entered the city, and inside the carriage sat a person who claimed to be an adult from the Fire Phoenix Clan of the Southern Region..."

The white rhinoceros guard recounted the entire incident in detail, without omitting a single word.

When he mentioned that the illustration on the city entry notice was almost identical to the one in the book, his voice unconsciously rose two decibels, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The Great Demon of the Goat listened quietly until he finished speaking, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

He was the longest-lived among those present.

There are few beings in the entire Canglan Continent who have lived longer than him.

He naturally understood what the reappearance of the Golden Crow clan represented.

"The Golden Crow... It really is the Golden Crow appearing in the world!?"

The Great Demon of the Goat raised its head, and its originally cloudy eyes were now slightly red around the eye sockets.

"White Ape, do you know what this means? The sole royal family that ruled over all demons hundreds of thousands of years ago has actually, really reappeared?!"

"Of course I know that the current demon race is far weaker than the demon race under the rule of the Golden Crow clan back then. At that time, whether it was humans or other races, they could only live in a corner in front of our demon race!"

"If members of the Golden Crow clan were to reappear among the demon race today, they might be able to lead our demon race back to its former glory!"

The White Ape King and Wei Yang stared at each other, their expressions shifting between light and shadow.

"But, Uncle-Master Wei Yang, have you considered this? Perhaps we hope the Golden Crow clan can once again rule the entire demon race. But some demon races might not think the same way!!"