In an instant Young Master Luo Fan memories and experience rush down to Luo Fan brain and soul like he experience it himself and then the view infront of him change
In the Lower Realm, one of the most desolate planes, Mount Tai stood as home to the formidable Heavenly Demon Sect. Within its revered heart, the Heavenly Hall—a place reserved solely for the presence of the Heavenly Demon and the ten Demon Kings—had an unusual stir. This hall, sacred beyond measure, permitted no one else to dwell within its grandeur without the express command of the Heavenly Demon.
The ten Demon Kings exchanged grave glances, their eyes gleaming with solemn intent. Each exuded an aura of immense power, their combined presence suffocating the hall with an overwhelming pressure. Yet, amidst them sat an old man, positioned at the center. This was the First Demon King, a figure whose legacy spanned generations, His name is Gu Tian.
Second only to the Heavenly Demon, he had devoted his service to the Heavenly Demon Sect for over three generations. His age betrayed neither frailty nor weakness but masked an unparalleled and fearsome strength. Unlike the others, he sat in serene stillness, releasing not even a trace of power. To an unknowing eye, he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary elder, a deceptive guise for one so formidable.
on the others side, High Ranking Demon that been standing below at the ground level experience a shock and sweaty back with pale face, but they didn't dare to complain, Demon King of The Heavenly Demon Sect can be consider Supreme Martial Master of the world that exceed the human limit
At that moment, the Heavenly Demon appeared on his throne, casting an imperious gaze over the hall. His arrival was so seamless and silent that none but Gu Tian, the First Demon King, perceived it. With practiced reverence, Gu Tian inclined his head deeply.
"Greetings, Heavenly Demon," he intoned.
The weight of his voice resonated through the hall, snapping the other Demon Kings from their obliviousness. A ripple of realization swept through them, and they quickly followed suit, bowing deeply. The high-ranking demons fell to their knees in unison, while the lower-ranked ones flattened themselves against the ground, trembling at the presence of the being who ruled above all.
"Greeting Heavenly Demon" All Demon King and High Ranking Demon bow down and look at Their Supreme Leader, The Supreme Heavenly Demon
The First Demon King Notice The Heavenly Demon smile a little
The Heavenly Demon who usually have a emotionless face cannot hide his happiness and smile at his side lips could its be that there is something good?
But still even being with Heavenly Demon for thousands years still cannot fanthom even once what is he thinking
The Heavenly Demon look down a little at them then smile and said "I have sense the aura of The Ancestor"
that news shocked everyone and make everyone cannot believe what did they just hear, Ancestor of The Heavenly Demon Sect?, the First Ever Supreme Heavenly Demon?
The one who called The Supreme Heavenly Demon God?
The only one worthy to be called the Ancestor in Heavenly Demon Sect is only the First one even though there are many powerful invincible martial powess heavenly demon but only 1 of them could be called Supreme cause he is the first one who could acend to Upper Realm and the one who leave the Mightiest Legend and Techniqiue
At that moment, above the clouds beyond the imposing Heavenly Demon Sect, Luo Fan hovered, his gaze fixed on Mount Tai with a hint of curiosity. Thoughts shifted behind his eyes before he spoke, voice calm yet commanding. "Ming Tian, you said this is where your sect resides? Impressive, given the limits of this realm."
Behind him, Ming Tian, ever loyal, stood with a slight bow and a faint smile. "Young Master, do you wish to descend? I will ensure they serve you with the utmost reverence."
Luo Fan's expression remained impassive. "Ming Tian, go greet your descendants first while I explore. Do not keep me waiting; I have no patience for delays."
The moment Luo Fan's command was given, Ming Tian bowed low before vanishing in an instant, reappearing at the Heavenly Hall.
Within the grand expanse of the Heavenly Hall, the sudden rending of space and time erupted, a sight so fearsome it forced everyone to their knees in stunned submission, forming a trembling circle beneath its oppressive force.
A young man appeared, clad in black robes, a sword slung across his back. His visage was a paradox—handsome yet terrifying, framed by black hair and eyes that seemed to devour light. Pale white skin completed an otherworldly presence that sent a chill through the gathered demons. Even the space around him trembled, fissures forming as if the world itself recoiled. The hall, filled with Demon Kings and high-ranking demons, stood tense, every weapon gripped tightly as they stared, aware that this figure was not just powerful, but beyond their comprehension.
"Everyone, stop!"
The voice of the Heavenly Demon boomed, sharp with lethal authority. His eyes blazed with murderous intent as he turned on his subordinates, who instantly recoiled. He strode forward, stopping before the mysterious figure. To the shock of all present, the Heavenly Demon lowered himself to one knee.
"This descendant, the current Supreme Heavenly Demon, greets the Legendary Supreme Heavenly Demon God, Ming Tian."
The sight was beyond belief. The Demon Kings and high-ranking demons were left speechless, their minds reeling. Did the Heavenly Demon just call this figure Ming Tian, the Supreme Heavenly Demon God? Realization dawned in an instant—they had dared to draw weapons against the one who reigned above all, the master of their sect's ancient legends.
"What is your name, young one?" Ming Tian's voice was calm, almost indifferent as he addressed the kneeling figure.
"My name is Ming Gu, the 99th generation of Heavenly Demon."
Ming Gu's voice carried reverence, his gaze glowing with awe. "This descendant has heard tales of your might, Ancestor—one sword cleaving the sky and mountains, one palm draining the ocean. Your legend is revered by all."
Ming Tian laughed, a sound so profound it made even Ming Gu flinch, the sheer force crushing their spirits like ants under the weight of a god. Fear coiled tightly in every chest as if they faced a cosmic being.
"One sword cleaving the sky and mountains? One palm draining the ocean? How weak that sounds!" Ming Tian's lips curled into a smile. "That was the limit of this realm, Ming Gu."
His voice was as casual as a whisper, but it shook them to their core. "With my current power, my tales should be rewritten: one sword cutting through dimensions and multiverses, one palm cradling universes and stars."
The hall fell silent as incomprehension swept through them. Dimensions? Multiverse? Universe? These concepts were beyond their understanding, but the mention of stars—they knew that word. Stars were the untouchable lights in the heavens, symbols of unmatched power.
The implications set their hearts thundering with a mix of terror and exhilaration. Was their ancestor not just invincible but immortal, with the ability to reshape fate and the sky itself?
At the same time, Luo Fan stood at a higher dimension, his gaze sweeping over the vast expanse of the Demonic Origin Cave. A colossal stone sign marked its entrance, and the cave itself was formidable, consuming nearly 70% of the Left Mountain adjacent to Mount Tai. This realm's Mount Tai was an epic range, with hundreds of peaks encircling it, and nearly fifty of them harbored a Demonic Origin Cave.
From his elevated vantage, Luo Fan could see young boys and girls training with fierce determination, sparring against each other under the watchful eyes of numerous guards. These sentinels stood ready to intervene should the fights escalate or break any of the sect's rigid rules. Each cave bore five imposing poles of iron-like material, etched with the sect's uncompromising mandates:
1. No Sexual Acts
2. No Killing
3. Follow All the Supreme Demonic Command
4. No Groups Formed
5. No Stealing
Among these, the command to follow the Supreme Demonic Command held the greatest weight, casting an almost palpable authority. Yet what struck Luo Fan the most was not the rules but the fierce, self-driven discipline of the children. They trained with an intensity that seemed voluntary, not imposed, as if inspired by an unseen force.
Luo Fan's expression remained neutral, yet a glint of recognition shone in his eyes. He could understand now why Ming Tian was revered as a legend among the sect, across all realms. Ming Tian had forged a system within the brutal, unorthodox sect that inspired absolute loyalty to the Heavenly Demon. His methods bred both unwavering allegiance and resilience, ensuring that even mortals could maintain power and influence throughout the ages.
A faint trace of admiration surfaced within Luo Fan. This was more than just raw strength—it was a legacy, a strategy that intertwined power with loyalty, enduring across generations.
However, Luo Fan's keen observation pierced through the illusions of power surrounding the Heavenly Demon Sect. While their political influence and overall standing remained formidable, the martial arts of this realm were sorely lacking. There was not a trace of an immortal or divine cultivation technique, let alone a Supreme Cultivation Technique.
He continued to wander through the higher dimension until he arrived at the manual rooms, scanning the collections of martial arts techniques. To his surprise, he found them impressive in their own right—not the crude styles of the modern world such as Taekwondo or Muay Thai. Instead, there were sophisticated manuals on swordsmanship, spear techniques, blade arts, palm strikes, and more. The intricate nature of these martial forms, though incomparable to the grand, boundless knowledge housed in the Luo Clan's Manuals Pavilion Dimension, still sparked a rare interest in Luo Fan.
'These manuals have potential,' he mused, flipping through the ethereal pages. 'It's intriguing to see such variety and depth. Swordsmanship, spear mastery… they're refined, no doubt.'
Yet, even as his eyes scanned the techniques with curiosity, he noted their critical flaw. 'But none of these are created for cultivators of true power, not even spiritual power' he thought. 'They're designed to triumph in battles against those of equal standing, not for breaking the barriers of mortality. They lack the essence of immortality or the transcendence found in immortal and divine techniques.'
He smirked slightly at his own assessment. 'It's almost amusing to compare these techniques with immortal arts, divine artis or supreme cultivation methods. Those arts are akin to martial magic, far beyond this realm's understanding.'
This realization affirmed for Luo Fan just how vast the gap was between this world's understanding of martial prowess and the supreme heights he was accustomed to.
'Maybe I should...'