Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Cangzhou, a deep abyss of the underworld.

This place is shrouded in black mist and filled with demonic energy all year round; it is the location of the Nine Nether Demon Sect's mountain gate.

At the edge of the abyss, a huge black archway stands, inscribed with four blood-red characters: "Nine Nether Demon Sect," radiating a chilling aura.

Xue Wutian and his group staggered to the ground. From the depths of the mountains came the howls of ghosts and wolves, and the dense demonic energy surged in the air as if it were a tangible substance.

"Uncle-Master!"

A slightly excited voice rang out, and a figure strode out from inside the mountain gate, dressed in a black sect leader's robe, with a resolute face.

He exuded the powerful aura of a terrestrial immortal, and was none other than Mo Tianchou, the current sect leader of the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

Mo Tianchou looked at Xue Wutian with eyes filled with unbelievable joy and respect, and quickly bowed in greeting:

"Nephew Mo Tianchou greets Uncle! You...you're really still alive!"

Five thousand years ago, after Xue Wutian disappeared, everyone thought he had perished. Now that they meet again, how could Mo Tianchou not be excited?

Xue Wutian looked at Mo Tianchou before him, threw his head back and laughed, patting him on the shoulder:

"Hahaha! Tianchou, long time no see. You've really grown up. You've even become the sect leader of the Demonic Sect."

"His cultivation is only one step away from its peak, isn't it?"

Although his cultivation level has only recovered to the peak of the Celestial Realm, his divine sense can clearly perceive that Mo Tianchou's aura is still in the late stage and is still one step away from the true peak.

A hint of shame flashed across Mo Tianchou's face: "Junior nephew is incompetent, having been stuck at this step for hundreds of years, and has never been able to break through this shackle."

"It's alright, take your time." Xue Wutian waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd behind him. "Let's go into the sect first."

"Yes! Please come in, Uncle-Master!" Mo Tianchou quickly stepped aside to lead the way.

Walking along the path leading to the sect's main hall, Mo Tianchou saw that Xue Wutian and his group were all injured.

Especially Youming, who was being carried on Luo Mie's back, was unconscious and barely breathing.

Of the three elders, only Youying was missing, causing his heart to sink. He frowned and asked:

"Uncle-Master, what happened to you? How did you get so badly injured? And where is Youying?"

The smile on Xue Wutian's face faded, and a fierce glint flashed in his crimson eyes:

"Don't even mention it! We've really messed up this time! We ran into a peak Celestial Realm kid wearing Xuan Armor, he's practically a monster!"

He gritted his teeth and continued, "I've just recovered, and my cultivation has returned to the peak of the Celestial Realm. I originally intended to use the formation to suppress him, but who knew that the formation would be broken, and that kid became stronger and stronger with each battle. I was no match for him at all!"

"Later, the Great Qian Dynasty sent two more people to support me. Almost all of my men were sacrificed for my revival, leaving only Leng Ming and Luo Tian."

"We had no choice but to send this message for your backup. We're preparing to wipe them all out!"

"The result..." Xue Wutian glanced at the unconscious Youming, "Youming was severely injured, and Youying was killed by that Xuanjia brat with a single halberd while protecting him!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Tianchou was shocked: "What? Youying... he actually perished? Even you, Uncle-Master, were no match for that Xuanjia brat?"

Youying was one of the few top combatants in the sect, and his fall was undoubtedly a major loss for the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

Especially after emerging from seclusion, he heard that Xue Sha, one of the four elders, had also been killed by a mysterious force. His Nine Nether Demon Sect had undoubtedly lost two Celestial Realm experts in succession.

Mo Tianchou knew Xue Wutian's strength all too well. Back when Xue Wutian roamed the world, there were very few who could rival him. Now, he had been forced to this point by an unknown kid.

"Who exactly is that kid? Did you figure out his background during the fight, Uncle?" Mo Tianchou pressed.

Xue Wutian shook his head: "I don't know. He doesn't seem like any of the sect cultivators we know."

He then turned to Leng Ming beside him and asked, "Leng Ming, have you ever seen such a person while traveling in the Eastern Region with Mo Yuan?"

Leng Ming clutched the wound on his chest and quickly shook his head: "Ancestor, I have never seen this before."

"The two men appeared in Tianfeng City, seemingly to rescue their three companions trapped in the city, which led to the conflict with us."

Mo Tianchou also looked at Chi Yuan and Ming He, and asked, "Do you know?"

Chi Yuan covered the wound on her face and said venomously:

"Sect Master, we have never heard of or seen this person before."

"That armored brat also has a swordsman by his side; his swordsmanship is ruthless. It was he who slashed my face!"

"In my opinion, they might be from some hidden ancient force; otherwise, how could they possess such strength?"

Mo Tianchou frowned, secretly noting down the characteristics of the "Xuanjia Boy" and the "Sword-wielding Cultivator," intending to send someone to investigate them thoroughly in the future.

As they spoke, the group had already arrived in front of the Demon Sect's main hall.

Mo Tianchou instructed, "Minghe, Chiyuan, take Youming, Lengming, and Luomie down to heal their wounds. Use the sect's Nine-Turn Netherworld Pill to prevent any hidden injuries."

"Yes!" The two accepted the order, carried Youming, and led Lengming and Luotian away quickly.

Inside the main hall, only Xue Wutian and Mo Tianchou remained.

Xue Wutian walked to the chair next to the main seat and sat down. He looked around the familiar yet unfamiliar hall and asked:

"Tianchou, where's my older brother? I've come back, such a big thing, why didn't he even come out to greet me? Is he still angry with me?"

The "elder brother" he mentioned was none other than the founder of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Upon hearing this, the respect on Mo Tianchou's face vanished instantly, replaced by deep sorrow and a sob.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Uncle-Master... Master... he's not in the sect."

Xue Wutian's smile froze completely. He keenly sensed something was wrong, his expression darkened, and his tone suddenly became serious:

"Not within the sect? If he's not within the sect, where could he be?!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor's strength far surpasses his own; he was one of the top figures on the continent back then. How could he not be in the sect now?

Mo Tianchou gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with tears: "Three thousand years ago... three thousand years ago, after Master emerged from seclusion, I heard that you had been besieged by experts from the Great Qian Dynasty and several major sects, and had already perished..."

"Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he immediately went alone to the Great Qian Dynasty to seek revenge, and fought a great battle with the Great Qian Ancestor, Qianlong..."

"Then what?!"

Xue Wutian's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind. He grabbed Mo Tianchou's shoulder and questioned him sharply.

Tears streamed down Mo Tianchou's face: "And then...and then they both disappeared! Master...he never came back!"

"We've sent people to search for three thousand years, turning over every corner of the Eastern Region, but we haven't found any trace of him..."

"The Demonic Sect was forced into hiding because it lost its master and was suppressed by other major sects, until now..."

"What?!"

"Big brother...has disappeared?"

Xue Wutian was struck dumb, and he took a step back, the color draining from his face instantly.