At this moment, Han Li was standing at the summit of the sacrificial altar and was surveying his surroundings.
The two statues stood in front of him, looking taller and taller. They cast two huge shadows that covered the few of them. They were like two gods standing in the sky, looking down at the mortals below.
At this moment, he could clearly feel an immense pressure emanating from the two statues, weighing heavily on his heart. Even with his current level of cultivation, he actually felt as if he couldn't breathe.
Han Li's heart trembled. Could it be that something strange had happened again?
At this moment, he saw that Shi Pokong and the other two were also faintly pale. It was obvious that they were also enduring the huge pressure from the statues.
The three of them immediately bowed to the two statues. After that, their expressions became much more relaxed.
Han Li's heart stirred upon seeing this, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he also extended a respectful bow toward the two statues.
It was strange. After he bowed, the huge pressure on his body slowly retracted.
Han Li raised his eyebrows. He was slightly interested in the Heavenly Fiend Saint Emperor and the Netherworld Saint Mother. These two statues were so intelligent. Could there really be two gods in the Demon Realm?
A priest who seemed to be the leader of the group stood up and bowed in return. "Your Highnesses, the Holy Mother will definitely see your sincere prayers and bestow boundless blessings upon you to protect the two of you, Your Highnesses."
He was a middle-aged man with messy yellow hair. His skin was dark and rough, like an old farmer who worked hard in the countryside. Only his eyes were unusually bright.
Han Li examined him and his brow furrowed in a barely discernible manner.
The aura of the old farmer priest was not very strong. He was only at the level of an early Golden Immortal. He could crush him with a finger. However, for some reason, this person gave him an indescribable feeling of fear.
"Thank you for your kind words, Priest Lian Zhen." Shi Pokong nodded and smiled.
When Han Li heard this, his heart stirred.
Because of the Weeping Soul Beast, he had studied the Sacrificial Hall's situation for the past few years. The Sacrificial Hall was a special place in the city. Although the priests there were under the Sacred Leader's jurisdiction, they did not need to carry out any tasks. They only needed to serve the Heaven Fiend Divine Emperor and the Nether Divine Mother.
The High Priest was the leader of the Sacrificial Hall, and there were several High Priests under him. Priest Lian Zhen was one of them.
Han Li quickly shifted his gaze away from Priest Lian Zhen and looked at the other priests. He was slightly disappointed when he didn't find anyone with a higher cultivation.
"Haha, Third Brother, you are quite early." At that moment, a long laugh came from below and several figures climbed up the altar.
The leader of the group was a thirty-seven or thirty-eight year old man in a purple robe. He had a tall stature, and his attire was exactly the same as Shi Chuankong's. The purple-gold crown on his head was also inlaid with three pearls, and there was a faint purple mark between his eyebrows that flickered with a mysterious purple light.
Han Li was slightly startled when he saw this. Isn't this the person that I invited in the Maha District 10 years ago?
It was just that his black hair had turned completely white.
There were two people standing beside this person, and they were also dressed in purple robes. One of them was looking at him with an unfriendly gaze. It was the Eighth Prince that he had met when he first entered the city.
The other person was a thin Youth. His face was sallow, and his breathing was uneven. He looked like a tuberculosis ghost.
There were a few attendants behind the three of them, and their attire and temperament were all extraordinary.
"So it's big brother. Eighth Brother, Tenth Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Shi Chuankong cupped his fists and said with a smile.
When Han Li heard this, he immediately understood that the tall purple-robed man with an extraordinary temperament was Shi Chuankong's big brother, the First Prince of the Demon Lord, Shi Zhan Feng.
In that case, the purpose of Shi Chuankong's invitation was worth thinking about. Who was the white-haired woman who reminded him at that time?
Many questions suddenly surged in his mind, and his gaze began to wander around, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Eighth Brother, you've met Shi Chuanjia. The sickly man is Tenth Brother, Shi Bofu. He had a strange illness when he was young, and it took him a long time to recover. However, it was a blessing in disguise, and he comprehended an extremely powerful Law of Curses. He should not be underestimated.
Eighth Brother and Tenth Brother are both dependent on big brother. "Shi Chuankong's voice rang in Han Li's mind, and he explained the situation of the other two princes.
Han Li secretly sized up the Tenth Prince when he heard this.
This person's cultivation had also reached the Taiyi Realm. Although he was only in the Early-stage of the Taiyi Realm, his aura was strange, and it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"Yes, although we're all in Yang Ye City, we have our own duties. We haven't seen each other for a long time.
I've recently obtained two bottles of Purple Luo Immortal Wine from the Realm of True Immortals. After meeting father today, why don't Third Brother and Thirteenth Brother come to my residence, and we brothers can drink to our heart's content? "Shi Chuankong laughed.
Shi Chuankong's expression changed slightly, and he was about to signal Shi Pokong to reject. However, before he could speak, Shi Pokong had already nodded and agreed.
"Since big brother has such good intentions, I'll naturally accompany you. Speaking of which, we brothers are usually separated, and it's rare for us to meet up when father comes out of seclusion."
Shi Chuankong was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
"Alright!
That's settled then.
Oh yes, if Brother Li is interested, you can come as well. What I said to you the other day still stands. "
Shi Chuankong's eyes suddenly turned, and after speaking to Han Li with a smile, he went forward to pay his respects to the Tian Sha Saint Emperor and the Goddess of the Netherworld.
When the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince heard this, they gave Han Li a strange smile, then went forward to pay their respects, and ignored Shi Pokong and the others.
Han Li was secretly furious. Shi Chuankong's attempt to sow discord was very insidious, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Brother Shi, what did the First Prince mean?" The Bloody Drop Marquis's face sank, and he transmitted his voice to Shi Chuankong.
"Bloody Drop Marquis, don't speak nonsense." Shi Pokong's eyes turned cold, and he glared at the Bloody Drop Marquis.
The Blood Droplet Marquis nodded and withdrew, but he looked at Han Li with a gaze of deep suspicion.
Han Li frowned slightly when he felt the Bloody Drop Marquis's gaze, and he sighed in his heart.
Although the Bloody Drop Marquis was under Shi Pokong's orders to lure the Reflecting Bone Daoist away, Han Li was still very grateful to him. Now that they had met again, he had the intention to befriend him, but he didn't expect the Bloody Drop Marquis to turn against him just because of a single sentence from the First Prince. This kind of person couldn't tell right from wrong, so he wasn't worth befriending.
"Let's go." Shi Pokong smiled at Han Li and said.
The few of them walked down the stairs from the altar, and they walked towards the Saint Emperor Palace in the distance.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.
"Brother Li, what Big Brother said just now …" Shi Chuankong hesitated, but he still couldn't help but ask. Although he asked the same question as the Bloody Drop Marquis, he didn't mean to criticize him.
"Thirteenth Brother, this is Big Brother's plan to sow discord. Brother Li is your good friend, do you not trust him?" Shi Pokong smiled and interrupted Shi Chuankong's words.
"I naturally trust Brother Li, but I'm a little curious as to what Big Brother did." Shi Chuankong chuckled.
"It's nothing much. It's just that when I was wandering around the Maha District, I happened to meet the First Prince and we talked about the Weeping Soul Beast's injuries. However, his appearance at that time was slightly different from how it is now, so I don't know his identity." Han Li pondered for a moment, then roughly explained what happened when he met the First Prince.
Shi Chuankong snorted and said, "So that's how it is. Big Brother is truly cunning to use such a despicable method."
"Big Brother has always done things like this. We just need to be careful and not panic." Shi Pokong said, then he looked at the Bloody Drop Marquis.
The Bloody Drop Marquis revealed an embarrassed expression and bowed to Han Li, "I was impulsive and spoke inappropriately. I hope Brother Li can forgive me."
"No problem." Han Li said with an expressionless face and a cold tone.
The Bloody Drop Marquis knew that he had greatly offended Han Li and it was too late to apologize, so he stood up in embarrassment.
The group walked into the depths of the palace and soon arrived at a pitch black hall at the center.
This hall was a thousand feet tall, and it was obviously taller than the nearby halls, giving it a feeling of being a crane among chickens. At each of the four corners of the hall stood a black stone pillar that would require several people to encircle it, and each of them was engraved with a lifelike relief of a demon god.
Outside the hall was a large sign with the words "Sacred Royal Hall" written on it in purple.
These three words were written in a simple and vigorous manner, like a dragon or snake. They seemed to be able to pierce through the clouds and howl through the heavens.
There were two purple-robed servants standing outside the hall. When they saw the four arrive, they quickly bowed to Shi Chuankong and Shi Pokong.
"Is Imperial Father inside?" Shi Pokong asked calmly.
"Sir Sacred Master is inside.
Please wait a moment, I'll go in and report. "One of the servants said and quickly went in to report.
After a while, the person came out and said, "Sir Sacred Master has ordered for the four of you to enter the hall."
Shi Pokong and Shi Chuankong took a deep breath, tidied up their clothes, and walked into the hall.
Han Li and the Bloody Drop Marquis were a step behind the two of them, following behind them into the hall.
The hall was very large, but it was completely empty, making it seem very spacious. The walls on both sides were filled with all kinds of statues. There were people and beasts, but each one was very lifelike, as if they could break through the walls and come back to life at any time.
The light here was a bit dim and the statues were hidden in the shadows, making them look very fierce.
Everyone walked forward in silence, and only when they reached the deepest part of the hall did the light return. A tall platform appeared on the ground, and a purple-robed man sat on the main seat on the platform.
This person looked to be around forty to fifty years old. He had a head of white hair and a square face with thin eyebrows. He looked like a refined scholar, but he had a powerful aura around him.
This person didn't release a powerful aura, but one couldn't help feeling a sense of submission.
When Han Li had used the Sky Bottle to travel with his Divine Soul, he had seen the Demon Lord once, but the other side didn't reveal his true body, so he couldn't help looking at him again.
The Demon Lord seemed to sense something and looked over.
Han Li's heart skipped a beat and his body turned cold, as if all his secrets had been seen through by the other side. His expression changed and he circulated all the Immortal Spiritual Energy in his body. His Divine Sense spread out from his mind, covering his body as he tried to block the Demon Lord's gaze.
But no matter how he tried to block it, it was useless in front of the Demon Lord's gaze. The cold feeling around his body became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to collapse.
The Demon Lord's gaze fell on Han Li's face and he revealed a strange look, but he immediately calmed down and looked away.
The cold feeling around Han Li receded like a tide. He let out a sigh of relief and his tense mind slowly relaxed.
The Demon Lord's gaze only lasted for one or two breaths, but Han Li felt as if a long time had passed.
His mind was tense and relaxed, and he faintly felt a sense of exhaustion. It was more tiring than fighting with a strong enemy.
"Greetings, Imperial Father. Congratulations to Imperial Father for achieving great success in your closed-door cultivation!" Shi Pokong and Shi Chuankong stood a few feet away from the platform and knelt down.