The power of the mandrill was sending shockwaves sweeping through the entire area in all directions, and all of the trees on the mountain were uprooted violently. Qin Ye was standing at the very center of the storm, and his clothes were flapping incessantly.

He didn't move. Instead, he closed his eyes and allowed the fierce wind to blow by him. He seemed to be calm and collected, but countless emotions were surging through his heart alongside countless questions.

The Yiguandao had lied dormant for several decades, and this scene was showing him that the Master and Mistress of the cult weren't the most powerful figures. Instead, there was someone above them, someone who had transcended beyond the Yama-King level!

Who could it be?

One name after another quickly flashed through his mind.

Could it be the Heavenly Dao? No, They were the creator of this trial, and during the previous two failures of the trial, no such grand entrance had been made, so it didn't make sense for one to be staged now.

Could it be Zhao Yun or the second King Yanluo? 

That was even more implausible.

In that case, there was only one possible candidate left.

"You're the inner demon." Qin Ye opened his eyes to stare intently at the mandrill. To be more accurate, he was staring at Qin Zhongguo's soul, which was...