Tianmo Ridge.
This was the forbidden area of the Dari Demonic Sect, where the sect masters and ancestors since the beginning of the sect were buried.
At this moment, on the peak of Tianmo Ridge, a spirited old man in red was sitting cross-legged on the edge of a cliff. His deep eyes were quietly watching the sea of clouds in the distance.
His aged face was filled with worry.
His name was Li Xuanshan.
He was one of the three remaining Myth-realm patriarchs of the Dari Demonic Sect. His cultivation had already reached the perfection of the Myth realm, and he was only one step away from entering the Grotto-Heaven realm.
Up until now, he had been cultivating on Tianmo Ridge for twenty years.
"There are only seven days left. If we can't find a suitable successor within seven days, the Great Tribulation of High Heavens will descend and the thousand-year foundation of our Dari Demonic Sect will be destroyed. Everyone will die without a burial place..." Li Xuanshan sighed heavily.
