Xun Ziyou called over an inner sect disciple and instructed, "Pass the order down, let everyone be alert. Perhaps, there might be changes..."
"Yes, Elder."
The disciple took the order and left.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian exchanged a glance, then both looked towards the great gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the end of the White Bone Path, their nerves tightened.
...
Meanwhile, inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In the deepest part, in a study burning sandalwood incense, luxurious yet simple, contrasting sharply with the strange atmosphere within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A young nobleman, with fair hands, was holding a precious platinum formation pen, inscribing formation patterns stroke by stroke on paper as white as snow.
Suddenly, feeling something, he took out a piece of unknown parchment, spreading it before him.
A bloodstain appeared upon the parchment.
A line of blood red words emerged:
