Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 1577: Chapter 401 Gu Chen’s Crisis

Sacred Gate headquarters, within the dark demonic mountain hall.

Billions of demonic qi surged, transforming into a colossal black throne, upon which sat a towering figure like the king of hell, sinister yet noble, as if the scene of myriad demons bowing their heads appeared faintly behind him.

“Greetings to the Sacred Master!” The eight Inquiry Realm Great Perfection venerables bowed in salutation, their faces full of reverence, as they lowered their heads.

Indeed, toward this Sacred Master of the Sacred Gate, they felt genuine awe.

“You have finally ended your seclusion,” Gu Tianming said, his tone somewhat excited.

The Sacred Master’s emergence from seclusion meant that the alternative path to enlightenment was viable, proving that they too had hope to attain the supreme position in this lifetime!

How could that not excite them?

“I have not ended my seclusion; this is merely an incarnation,” a deep and supremely authoritative voice echoed, as if the overlord of hell was speaking, involuntarily inducing a sense of submission and trepidation in others.

The eight venerables looked up, and indeed, they saw that this was not the true body of the Sacred Master, but rather formed from the confluence of dense demonic qi.

“Sacred Master, have you… succeeded?” Gu Tianming was the first to speak up, asking in a trembling voice.

The Sacred Master, seated on the black throne, had a towering figure with no expression, formed from a mass of dense demonic qi. At the question, he glanced at the eight venerates below and slighted nodded, saying: “I have pushed open the gates leading to the supreme heights.”

“This is excellent!”

Upon the Sacred Master’s declaration, the eight venerates were instantly filled with immense excitement.

“Please, Sacred Master, impart to us the supreme doctrine!” Gu Tianming was the first to bow, making such a request, loudly calling out.

“Please impart it, Sacred Master!” Seeing this, the other seven venerates also spoke up in turn.

The Sacred Master sat aloofly above them all, his pupils cold and ruthless, his voice low as he said, “Wait until I formally end my seclusion and perfect it, then I will bestow this method upon you.”