My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Of course, if things are really calm and no "deserving person" is encountered, some clever disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect will also think of some ways.

For example, if someone pretends to be a pitiful rogue cultivator who possesses a "treasure" but lacks strength, and "accidentally" reveals their wealth in some chaotic place, then naturally, unscrupulous people will be unable to resist jumping out to try to "double-cross" them.

And then... hehe.

Within the Heavenly Demon Sect, this behavior of actively attracting "resources" is called "nesting".

At this moment, the gourd in Gu Changyuan's hand was of a far superior quality than the standard magical artifacts used by the disciples.

It devoured everything in a short time, absorbing all the massive amounts of the three elements accumulated in the ruins of the Myriad Demon City.

He had absorbed the contents of those corpses before, but not in such large quantities that he didn't need to use the gourd.

After doing all this, he put away the giant gourd and glanced indifferently at the basin below, which had become ruins.

Immediately, he abruptly turned his gaze to the side.

That single glance, seemingly ordinary, yet with unparalleled precision, met the gazes of all the powerful demon beings still lingering there, secretly observing, across the void.

"!"

All the spyers who thought they were safe were struck dumb at that moment, their souls trembling uncontrollably.

A chilling, suffocating feeling of being completely understood by an unparalleled being, and of having no control over their own lives and deaths, accompanied by the endless indifference contained in that gaze, instantly overwhelmed their consciousness.

It was as if the other party only needed a single thought, following this wisp of divine thought, to erase them, along with their ancestral homeland, from this world.

Fortunately, the gaze was fleeting and contained no murderous intent, yet it was more intimidating than any warning.

Gu Changyuan withdrew his gaze, and with a slight movement, he arrived in front of the ten disciples.

At this moment, Tu Shan Youyao, Lu Jiuyi, and the other ten demons were still immersed in the soul-shaking and Dao-heart-impacting impact brought about by the earth-shattering spectacle they had just witnessed. Their minds were in turmoil and they could not calm down for a long time.

Until Gu Changyuan casually clapped his hands twice.

"Slap. Slap."

As applause erupted, the radiance of the double array that had enveloped the sky and commanded the submission of all demons suddenly vanished, and the ten towering phantoms of gods and demons silently disappeared into the world.

Upon hearing the sound, Shi Yao trembled slightly, jolting awake from the profound shock that had gripped his soul. His gaze, somewhat dazed yet filled with utmost reverence, focused on his master, Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan wore a faint, gentle smile as he glanced at each disciple and asked:

"How does it feel?"

The ten demon prodigies are all geniuses who are rare to see once in a thousand or even several thousand years. They are proud, arrogant, and knowledgeable.

But their experience just now completely overturned their understanding of "power", "array", "power" and even "demon bloodline".

It was a complex experience that blended feelings of insignificance, awe, vastness, and a kind of throbbing sensation as if one's blood was being summoned from the source—a myriad of emotions that could not be accurately described in words.

The ten demons' lips moved, but in the end they simply bowed their heads deeply and bowed respectfully, everything understood without words.

Gu Changyuan never expected them to write a 30,000-word review.

On the path of spiritual practice, some insights require time to settle and digest.

Their current state has planted a seed of "a higher level" in their hearts, which will surely take root and sprout in time, helping them break through their constraints.

"Now that the matter is resolved, let's go back."

He said no more and casually waved his right hand.

Using himself as the focal point, a soft yet dazzling sphere of light instantly spread out, enveloping the ten disciples within it.

The sphere of light flickered slightly, then vanished along with the figure inside.

Space shifts, a world apart yet so close.

The next moment, they appeared safely atop the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

Gu Changyuan instructed his ten disciples to return home and properly process what they had seen and felt on this trip, and to calm their minds.

He planned to rest for a while before heading to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

......

The effects of Gu Changyuan's piercing glance that seemed to penetrate the void were only now beginning to take hold, sweeping across the upper echelons of the demon realm.

Almost at the same time, in various sacred mountains, treasure lands, and secret realms throughout the demon realm.

Countless patriarchs of powerful demon clans, who had been asleep for countless years and whose auras were enough to crush mountains, broke out of their seclusion!

One after another, streaks of light carrying urgent messages flew toward the core of their respective clan territories.

"All members of the tribe residing abroad, return immediately! The entire tribe is on high alert!"

"Pass down the order: From this day forward, no member of our clan shall, wherever they are, provoke any demons associated with the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, especially its disciples!"

Those who disobey will be expelled from the tribe, regardless of their life or death!

Similar orders were issued one after another among the top demon clan forces, such as the Eastern Clan's "Dragon Palace," the Southern Phoenix Clan's "Lihuoshan," the Northern Dark Tortoise's "Northern Cold Abyss," and the Primordial Ice Spirit's "Extreme Cold Ice Plains."

Among these great clans, the most solemn and complex is the Tushan clan, which belongs to the Nine-Tailed Fox lineage.

The Tu Shan clan's territory is located atop Mount Tu, shrouded in mist and filled with ethereal energy. The mountains and fields are covered with spiritual plants, and fox clan disciples come and go, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Today, however, the Tushan clan's territory was solemn. All the core members were gathered in the Tushan clan's council hall, their expressions grave and the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Seated on the main seat in the council hall was a fox demon, surrounded by a powerful aura. She was none other than Tu Shan Xuan Yue, the first ancestor of the Tu Shan clan in the Nine Heavens Realm.

Her gaze swept over the clan elders below, each with a different expression, and she slowly spoke:

"You are all aware of the matter concerning the Myriad Demon Alliance. The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion..."

His cultivation level is beyond our comprehension.

That double formation is beyond the power of any demon.

The current power structure of the demon realm has been drastically altered due to his actions alone.

The fox demons remained silent, none of them arguing.

The oppressive aura and indifferent glance that emanated from across the endless void still sent chills down their spines when they recalled it.

"The most important thing for our clan right now is to sort out our relationship with the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, especially..."

She paused slightly, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

"The relationship between Tu Shan Youyao and her disciple Tu Shan Hanyan..."