For a martial artist, ten years felt like the blink of an eye—passing in a single session of secluded cultivation.0

Ten years ago, Chen Fan, an outsider from the Tianwu Continent, entering the Sacred Demon Palace Hall had set off a storm on the demonic mountain.0

Yet, as time wore on, his presence seemed to fade. Most demonic cultivators had all but forgotten him.0

Many even believed that he had died in the depths of the palace hall, which just happened to be what they wanted to be reality. 0

While most dismissed him entirely, a few still remembered. Occasionally, they gathered outside the Sacred Demon Palace Hall to see if there was any news of Chen Fan.0

Outside the Sacred Demon Palace Hall, Gu Ling, Cao Shi, and several other people...0