"It should be here..."

In the deep mountain forest, within the swampy marsh, the Black Bear Man irritably brushed aside the branches above, his nose twitching as if trying to catch a scent.

Beside him, the White-robed Scholar meticulously compared a hand-drawn detailed map, his vertical pupils constantly revolving.

Logically, demon ancestors like them of Primordial Spirit level, with a mere thought, could sweep their divine sense over hundreds of thousands, even millions of miles.

Yet at this moment, these two demon ancestors were like ordinary humans, measuring the land with their feet, using their eyes and a map to find their target.

Seeing the valley that was deep within this forest, resembling an old coffin, the White-robed Scholar nodded lightly.

"Didn't you say a while ago that we've found it? It's been over half a month now, and this is the sixth time you've said we've found it." Casually pinching dead a venomous snake that was about to bite his head from the tree branch, the Black Bear Man's face was wooden.

Hope followed by disappointment, repeatedly.

If not for the fear of losing his bear head, he would have already returned to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in anger.

Unable to use their cultivation, forbidden from using magical treasures, and not even able to consume a bit of blood meal, he had gone through days enough to curse his fate.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Those previous instances were mistakes. This time there absolutely won't be an error."

Nodding confidently, the White-robed Scholar showed a hint of a smile, then beckoned the Black Bear Man to step towards the valley that looked like a coffin.

Meanwhile.

The demon ancestor demon venerables, who had also sealed all their cultivation and disguised as mortals, followed the map's guidance to their respective locations.

And they advanced toward the final destination.

...

Drip—

An icy and sharp water drop fell onto the foot of the Black Bear Man from the stalactite above.

"Hiss!"

Sucking in a cold breath, looking at the foot pierced by the drop causing a bloody hole, the Black Bear Man's face changed slightly as he grabbed the White-robed Scholar about to continue forward.

"Wait, there's something wrong here."

Looking at the Black Bear Man's foot pierced by the water drop, the White-robed Scholar narrowed his eyes, then gazed upward towards the cave roof.

Up there, crystalline and transparent, spotless water droplets gathered on the mountain body, seemingly no different from ordinary drops.

Yet, just such an ordinary clear water drop pierced the Black Bear Man's foot without obstruction.

Although their cultivation was sealed and they became mortals, their basic physique and reflexes were still present.

Even though the Black Bear Man didn't know the droplet's might, he didn't dodge.

But a droplet punctured his foot; even an ordinary person shouldn't be so fragile.

The only explanation is.

These droplets are far from simple as they appear.

Bending down to touch the blood hole on his foot, the Black Bear Man frowned and stayed silent for a moment before rising slowly to speak:

"Straightforward, neat, but it's unclear what kind of Divine Marvel Power it is."

"I knew this wouldn't be simple."

Carefully rolling up the map in his hand and placing it inside his chest, the White-robed Scholar twisted his waist, took a deep breath, and posed.

"Look carefully, isn't this the same approach as the master's?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the White-robed Scholar sprang forth in an arcing step, his figure twisting with incredible speed, leaving countless afterimages.

As the White-robed Scholar stepped within the water droplets' range.

The droplets gathered atop the cave came pouring down like a dense and sudden rainstorm toward him.

If these drops fell on the White-robed Scholar like before.

He would be pierced into a sieve in an instant!

The pupil suddenly turned dark yellow; the Black Bear Man keenly scrutinized the falling drops, his pupils vibrating tens of millions of times per second, finally discovering the anomaly within the drops.

Inside these seeming crystal-clear and impeccable droplets.

Each contained a long sword as thin as a needle, but it was so minute that it couldn't be seen without special means or innate senses.

"Indeed, it's the same as the master's approach."

The Black Bear Man's words reached the White-robed Scholar's ears; his body suddenly became like soft mud, contorting at bizarre angles to evade the droplets trying to pierce him into a sieve.

"Then this time it shouldn't be wrong."

Seeing the unscathed ground, the White-robed Scholar raised an eyebrow, was it only targeting living beings?

With the certainty that this target was without error.

The White-robed Scholar and Black Bear Man immediately stepped towards the depths of the cave.

Tap tap—

The sound of hurried dense footsteps echoed in the empty cave, and as these sounds spread far, some dormant existences shuddered slightly, opened their eyes, and began to awaken gradually.

...

The third year of the Boundless Calamity opens.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains launched a second invasion; compared to the first when Demonic Evil Cultivators tried a surprise attack using the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon Suppressing Divine Shuttle.

This time faced with an already opened and mature battlefield.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains directly sent vast numbers of Demonic Evil Cultivators across the Endless Sea, attempting to land in Nanyue Province, spreading inland.

Facing such developments, Nanyue Province, suddenly transformed into a front-line combat zone, became tense.

The major sects and ancient sects within the province were in turmoil. Despite battling Demonic Evil Cultivators for three years, taking on the full increase from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in one province was frighteningly worrying.

So upon receiving this news, the All Beings Alliance in Nanyue Province immediately reported to the Dao Alliance, seeking aid.