Chapter 962: Is This How You Treat Your Ancestral Master?

Hearing someone call him from behind, Lin Zhen, who was about to find a place for secluded cultivation, subconsciously stopped in his tracks. Turning his head, he discovered a strange black-robed man standing not far behind him at some unknown time.

The man was thin with an ordinary appearance, and his aura was even more unremarkable; he didn't look special in any way.

"Who are you?"

As he spoke, Lin Zhen took a small step back without leaving a trace, secretly raising his guard.

For some reason, the moment he saw the black-robed man, a faint feeling that the other party was extremely dangerous arose in his heart, mixed with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Seeing the other's reaction, a dark glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes. On the surface, however, he pretended to be harmless and took the initiative to introduce himself:

"I am Mo Nan, an Outer Sect Disciple who recently joined the Holy Sect. May I ask how I should address you, Fellow Daoist?"

Hearing that the other party was merely an Outer Sect Disciple, Lin Zhen, who had already undergone one Dao Tribulation, relaxed his expression slightly and replied:

"I am Lin Zhen, the current Palace Master of Eternal Night Palace. You called out to me just now; is there something you need?"

Although Lin Zhen vaguely sensed that the black-robed man before him was somewhat strange, he had no evidence and couldn't very well just strike out to suppress him directly.

Even though he had become the Palace Master of Eternal Night Palace and was definitely considered a "Demonic Path Magnate," his Heart-Nature was still closer to the style of the Righteous Path. He was far from being decisive in killing and would rarely take the initiative to oppress others unless absolutely necessary.

Besides, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Demon Sect would at most be in the Foundation Establishment Realm. He was now in the Tribulation Crossing Realm; surely he couldn't be afraid of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

On the other side, after figuring out Lin Zhen's identity, Mo Wentian was first stunned, then a perfectly timed look of panic appeared on his face as he hurriedly bowed and said:

"So you are Palace Master Lin; I truly failed to recognize a great person."

"It's like this: I accidentally lost a family heirloom just now. Seeing you passing by this area, I thought to ask if you had seen that treasure. I didn't expect to offend you, senior. Please forgive me, Palace Master Lin!"

As he spoke, he bowed repeatedly, his attitude incredibly humble, looking every bit like a minor character who had accidentally provoked a big shot.

Seeing this, the wariness in Lin Zhen's heart mostly dissipated, and he shook his head, saying:

"Go look for it again. I haven't seen any treasure."

With that, he prepared to leave directly, treating this matter as nothing more than a common interlude.

However, before Lin Zhen could even turn around, he saw "Mo Nan" excitedly pointing behind him, crying out as if it were real:

"Look! The thing I lost is right behind you!"

"What?"

Lin Zhen was startled and instinctively turned his head to look back. Immediately after, he saw a strange small mirror that was black and red.

This small mirror was only the size of a palm. Its base color was pitch black, but it was covered in dense scarlet patterns that looked like flowing blood, appearing extremely eerie.

This small mirror seemed to contain some kind of magic. When Lin Zhen's gaze fell upon it, his entire being was firmly ensnared; even his thoughts fell into a state of complete stagnation, and he instantly lost the ability to move.

In the next moment, a treacherous dark light suddenly erupted from the originally hollow and dim surface of the mirror, like a bloody maw that silently swallowed the unconscious man, making him disappear completely.

"Got you!"

Seeing this, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up. He reached out and caught the small mirror in his palm, his eyes filled with irrepressible excitement.

Although he hadn't figured out why the other party had such a huge attraction for him, since he had successfully captured the target alive, he would have plenty of time for experiments in the future…

But just then, Mo Wentian seemed to notice something and subconsciously looked at the image in the mirror.

Within the image, a gradually clearing figure was slowly reflected, every detail of his features appearing vivid and lifelike…

Holy shit!!!

This… how is this possible?!

As if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world, the previously smug Mo Wentian suddenly turned pale, his pupils trembling. He stood frozen in place like a clay sculpture, unable to speak for a long time.

Because in his past life, before he cultivated the Taotie Devouring Heaven Art, he looked exactly like this!

…

That night.

Deep within the Demon Sect.

Outside the heavily guarded Inheritance Hall, a phantom-like figure approached quickly like a ghost.

Under the cover of night, this figure seemed to have navigation turned on, avoiding layers of Restrictions with ease and arriving silently before the hall.

When he was just a stone's throw from the gate, the figure that had sneaked in solidified, revealing his true form—it was none other than the founding Demon Ancestor of the Yin Sha Sect, Mo Wentian.

At this moment, this legendary Demon Ancestor seemed to have received some kind of intense shock. No longer possessing his usual calm and wisdom, his expression was full of unease and anxiety. From time to time, he rubbed the small mirror in his hand with his fingers, impatient to uncover the secrets within.

Under the shroud of endless mysteries, Mo Wentian's only thought now was to immediately restore his strength to its Peak and then go to the Immortal Realm to uncover the truth!

As for seeking revenge on a certain someone, that had long since been cast to the back of his mind.

After confirming that he hadn't attracted the guards' attention, Mo Wentian did not choose to open the main gate of the Inheritance Hall. Instead, he circled to an inconspicuous spot outside the hall and tunneled directly into the ground.

In just a short while, he arrived in an ancient secret chamber that shielded heavenly secrets.

This is the place!

Seeing that his arrangements from his past life had not been destroyed, Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief and then unhesitatingly activated the mechanism within the secret chamber.

Crackle, crackle—

Accompanied by a tooth-aching rumble, the weathered and mottled wall slowly parted, revealing a secret passage leading to the core area of the Inheritance Hall…

When the secret passage was fully opened, Mo Wentian's spirits rose, and he quickly turned into a streak of light and darted inside.

Before long, Mo Wentian's figure appeared inside the Inheritance Hall. He looked around, first seeing a vast sea of Ancestral Tablets scattered like stars.

However, as he looked, his expression gradually turned wrong because he couldn't find where his own Ancestral Tablet was at all.

Logically speaking, as the founder of the Demon Sect, Mo Wentian's Ancestral Tablet should definitely be placed in the most prominent spot, or at least near the very center, right?

But Mo Wentian counted several times, not even missing the tablets in the nooks and crannies, yet he still couldn't find the one that belonged to him…

What's going on?

After confirming that he wasn't being enshrined, Mo Wentian's face instantly turned ugly, feeling that he had suffered a great insult.

Damn it… They aren't even enshrining him, the Ancestral Master? The juniors of the Demon Sect are simply too rebellious!

More importantly, to be safe before his Reincarnation, he had specifically hidden a trace of the Dao of Devouring within a Taotie Statue, along with the Taotie Devouring Heaven Art. Both items were sealed within the Ancestral Tablet, with the intention of coming back for them when he had the chance.

He never expected that the Ancestral Tablet would actually be missing…

Not good!

Thinking of the three Incarnations he had left behind, Mo Wentian's face changed drastically, and he began searching everywhere in the vast Inheritance Hall.

Sure enough, the stone platforms where the Incarnations were once placed had completely turned into ruins, and there wasn't even a shadow of the three Incarnations to be seen. The scene looked very much like it had undergone a violent explosion…

Fuck!!!

Looking at the messy explosion site, Mo Wentian trembled with rage, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood. He wished he could rush out and annihilate those disciples and descendants.

Fucking hell!

Is this how you treat your Ancestral Master?!

Just as he was in a fit of impotent rage, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out from not far away:

"Haha! I've finally waited for you. Come with me quietly; my Chief Helmsman wants to see you."

"Who?"

Before Mo Wentian could react, he was firmly locked down by a terrifying pressure…