It was actually the Divine Art of Spirit Language!
This Divine Art of Spirit Language had been created by a great power—cultivating it to its pinnacle could grant one divine-level strength.
The Divine Art of Spirit Language was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Dao Divine Art.
Could the master of this Illusion Shadow Divine Palace be the legendary Ancestor Daozang, creator of the Divine Art of Spirit Language?
This Ancestor Daozang was a truly remarkable figure.
He was an incredibly mysterious person throughout history. No one knew about Ancestor Daozang's life story—only that he had once fought the Holy Emperor at the height of his power. Though he didn't win, he managed to retreat unscathed. Later, the Celestial God Ancestral Ground suppressed the Holy Emperor's demonic bones, and Ancestor Daozang simply vanished without a trace.
Nie Li wondered whether this Illusion Shadow Divine Palace might be Ancestor Daozang's burial place.
The Divine Art of Spirit Language was even more difficult to cultivate than the Heavenly Dao Divine Art—it required a person of devout heart to practice it. Despite having cultivated through two lifetimes, Nie Li was still a worldly man, and achieving mastery of the Divine Art of Spirit Language would be an extraordinarily difficult task.
Nie Li sat quietly before the Spirit Void Wall, studying the myriad mysterious runic inscriptions and mystical formulas upon its surface.
Just as Nie Li and the others were quietly contemplating, a young man with an unnaturally pale complexion appeared from somewhere nearby and walked toward them.
Upon seeing this young man, Nie Li's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of icy killing intent flickering through them.
It was the
He never expected to encounter the Demon Lord here!
The Demon Lord hadn't entered through the Life Gate—so how exactly had he gotten into the Illusion Shadow Divine Palace?
The Demon Lord glanced at the crowd around him, completely indifferent to their gazes, and looked toward the Spirit Void Wall ahead. Nie Li currently wore the appearance of a demon race member and sat among the crowd, so the Demon Lord didn't recognize him.
The Demon Lord sat down calmly, only a few dozen meters from Nie Li, waves of mysterious energy swirling around him.
From the aura emanating from the Demon Lord, Nie Li could tell that his cultivation had reached the Eight Lives realm. But there was also a strange, powerful aura about the Demon Lord that made Nie Li's heart chill ever so slightly.
During this period, Nie Li's advancement had been sluggish due to the vine growing inside him. Without the power of the Demon Blood Sacrifice, he would likely still be at the Five Lives realm. Meanwhile, the Demon Lord possessed the Supreme Body, and his cultivation had progressed by leaps and bounds.
Thinking of
But even if he killed the Demon Lord now, it would only reduce the Demon Lord's cultivation by a single level.
At this moment, the Demon Lord was completely unconcerned with everything around him. He simply sat cross-legged, gazing at the Crystal Jade Wall ahead, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"I never expected so many of you to make it here," the Demon Lord said with a hint of disdain toward those around him. "But in the end, you can only go this far—you'll have nothing to do with Ancestor Daozang's secret treasure!" He stood up and walked toward the Crystal Jade Wall.
All eyes focused on the Demon Lord.
"Another person trying to break the Crystal Jade Wall!"
"How laughable. Overestimating himself—breaking the Crystal Jade Wall is completely impossible!"
"He'll probably fail and slink back just like the rest!"
Countless people had previously attempted to decipher the runic inscriptions on the Crystal Jade Wall, but every single one had failed.