Chapter 691: Undercurrents Surging, A New Threat

First is how to comfort the dead; the four Sect Leaders and the cultivators who sacrificed themselves all need to have grand funerals held.

Second is how to rebuild the destroyed regions; the rampaging of the Blood Demon Sect caused a great deal of destruction.

There is also how to guard against potential follow-up threats, ensuring that similar tragedies do not happen again.

Lin Xuan listened earnestly to everyone's discussion, occasionally offering constructive suggestions.

Although he was young, the awakening he just experienced had granted him wisdom and insight far exceeding those of his peers.

Gradually, everyone began to center their discussions around him.

Not because of his strength, but because the character and wisdom he displayed made people convinced.

Three months later, the cultivation world had seemingly returned to its former tranquility.

The wounds from the battle at the Dead Volcano were slowly healing, and the major sects had also begun reconstruction work.

The Heavenly Sword Sect had Jian Wushuang succeed as Sect Leader, and the Five Elements Sect elected the highly respected Wuxingzi as their new Sect Leader.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Temple had Faming, the eldest disciple of Abbot Fahui, inherit the mantle, and the Profound Heaven Gate also had a new leader.

Although these new Sect Leaders could not compare to their predecessors in prestige and strength, they at least maintained the basic operation of the sects.

More importantly, after that battle of Life and Death Together, the relationships between the major sects became harmonious as never before.

Those previous sectarian biases and conflicts of interest seemed unimportant now; everyone understood the importance of unity.

With the unanimous recommendation of everyone, Lin Xuan was officially recognized as the leader of the Righteous Alliance.

This decision did not meet with any opposition; everyone believed he was worthy of the title.

After all, it was he who saved the entire cultivation world; this achievement was unmatched.

The headquarters of the Righteous Alliance was established on a famous mountain in the Central Region, named Guardian Peak.

This place was originally the base of a small sect, but it had been abandoned during the Demon God Rebellion.

After several months of reconstruction, it had now become a solemn complex of buildings.

Various administrative halls, conference rooms, and teleportation arrays were all available, and it had effectively become the political center of the cultivation world.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful facade, danger was quietly brewing.

In a remote valley a thousand miles away from the Dead Volcano, several Mysterious Persons wearing black robes were holding a secret gathering.

This valley was hidden deep within the mountains, surrounded by thick fog, and was difficult for outsiders to discover.

In the center of the valley was an ancient stone platform, covered in evil Runes.

These Runes emitted a dark glow, shrouding the entire valley in an eerie atmosphere.

Five Black-robed Men sat in a circle around the stone platform, their faces hidden beneath their hoods.

"Although the Master is sealed, its will has not dissipated."

One of the Black-robed Men with a hoarse voice spoke up.

"I can feel the Master's anger; it is waiting deep underground for our rescue."

"We must find a way to break the Seal and let the great Master descend upon the Human Realm once more."

These people were the fanatical Xintu of the Demon God, and they had already scattered to every corner of the cultivation world before the Demon God was sealed.

After Xue Wutian died, they lost their unified leadership, but their faith in the Demon God had not diminished in the slightest.

On the contrary, the fact that the Master was sealed only further ignited their fanatical emotions.

The leading Black-robed Man slowly removed his hood, revealing an extremely aged face.

This face was covered in deep wrinkles, the skin as withered as tree bark, and he looked to be at least two hundred years old.

But those eyes flashed with a fanatical light like that of a young man, filled with a thirst for power and an obsession with hatred.

"I am the Withered Bone Demon General, one of the twelve Demon Generals under the Demon God." The old man's voice was low and dignified.

"The day the Master was sealed, I swore to use every means to rescue it."

"Now the opportunity has come; the legendary Nine Nether Demon Scripture still has its final three volumes scattered in the Human Realm."

"If we can collect them all, it is possible to break that damned Seal."

The Nine Nether Demon Scripture was an evil classic from the ancient era, recording all kinds of powerful magic and Forbidden Techniques.

When the Creation God-Monarch fought the Demon God back then, it was the knowledge in this scripture that was used to create the Dharma Array of the Seal.

If one could use the knowledge within it in reverse, it was indeed possible to find a way to crack the Seal.

"Lord Demon General, where are the three volumes of the Nine Nether Demon Scripture respectively?" one Black-robed Man asked.

A sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the Withered Bone Demon General: "According to my investigation, the first volume is on Myriad Demon Island in the East Sea."

"That place is a gathering place for the demon race, and they have always been at odds with human cultivators."

"We can exploit this contradiction to incite conflict between the demon race and the Righteous Alliance."

"The second volume is in the Extreme Ice Region of the Northern Territory, kept by a reclusive Demonic Cultivator sect."

"The third volume is the hardest to find; it is said to be in an ancient tomb in the Southern Territory, and the specific location still needs further investigation."

The other Black-robed Men nodded one after another and began to divide the tasks.

Some were responsible for going to the East Sea to contact the demon race, and some were heading to the Northern Territory to find the Demonic Cultivator sect.

Others were going to the Southern Territory to search for clues about the ancient tomb.

"Additionally," the Withered Bone Demon General continued.

"According to my understanding, although Lin Xuan's strength has greatly increased, his application of the Creation Bloodline is not yet proficient."

"He is currently immersed in the joy of victory and will inevitably lower his guard."

"This is our best opportunity; once he fully masters the power of the bloodline, we will never have another chance."

"Therefore, our actions must be swift; we must never give him too much time to grow."

Speaking to this point, a cruel smile appeared on the face of the Withered Bone Demon General.

"I have already sent people to stir up some small disturbances in the Southern Territory, and there will soon be even greater actions."

Lin Xuan thinks that by placing the Seal on his master, everything is settled, but he will soon know just how ridiculously wrong he is.

The Black-robed Men responded in unison, then scattered to carry out their tasks.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Righteous Alliance on Guardian Peak, Lin Xuan was busy handling various heavy affairs.

As the newly appointed Alliance Leader, he needed to coordinate relationships between various sects and resolve all kinds of disputes over interests.

He also had to oversee resource allocation and formulate development plans for the cultivation world.

More importantly, he had to guard against the possible resurgence of evil forces and ensure that the hard-won peace could continue.

Lin Xuan sat in the spacious council hall, with various memorials and reports piled up before him.

Some were about reconstruction progress, some were about resource deployment, and others were about personnel arrangements.

Every document required his careful review before he could make a decision.

Although there were many subordinates helping to handle specific matters, important decisions still required his personal oversight.

While this kind of work is important, it is indeed very dull.

Lin Xuan is not the type of person who enjoys handling administrative affairs; he would much rather be cultivating in the mountains or chatting freely with friends.

But since he has accepted the position of Alliance Leader, he must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.

Although everything appeared to be in perfect order on the surface, Lin Xuan always had a sense of unease in his heart.

This feeling was indescribable, as if some danger were approaching.