ATPnovel Chapter 234: The Six Paths Upper Sect
Chapter 234: The Six Paths Upper Sect
Naturally, it was only after stepping into the hall that Li Ling realized something.These over-the-top seventy-two seats were not merely decorative.
Every single seat had a person seated upon it, or at least, almost every single seat did, and each of them released no active aura at all.
Yet even without deliberate pressure, the entire auditorium felt as if it was filled with seventy-one crouching dragons and hidden tigers, each one wrapped in white and gold sect robes yet carrying a different flavor of power depending on the path they belonged to.
This was not the lower layer, where Qi Refinement ants and Foundation Establishment insects bustled around like laborers in a factory.
Nor was this the middle layer, where Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, and Dao Integration cultivators could still be understood as high-level experts who interacted with the wider world.
This was the upper layer.
Here, the seventh-realm Void Refinement True Inheritors and eighth-realm Nihility Grand Elders sat quietly like mountains pretending to be people.
Li Ling glanced across the hall, and the Asura Blood Token merged with his heart and blood naturally stirred, feeding him the basic identities of those present.
Of course, it was only basic information, their names, Dao path, cultivation realm, and rank.
Anything deeper would require either permission, investigation, or the Infinite Slaughter System’s scan, and Li Ling did not feel like openly peeping at seventy-one high-level monsters while standing in their ancestral hall.
He was arrogant, not brainless.
His eyes first swept toward the Divine Deva Path section, because that was where the golden-white light was most intense.
At the lower high tier, one seat among the six True Inheritor seats was empty.
That empty seat was not abandoned, dusty, or forgotten.
Rather, it was spotless, shining, and marked with a faint layer of sealed light, as if its owner was merely away on sect business and no one here found that abnormal.
Li Ling’s eyes flickered slightly.
He could naturally guess that this was tied to the old matter he had learned about during the Black Heaven Sect war, about the Saint Son of their Six Paths Demon Sect being struck to death by the Heavenly Mandate Dao Child during a duel with Heavenly Thunder.
However, no one explained it, and Li Ling did not ask.
There was a time to be curious, and there was a time to shut up and remember who in the room could probably erase a city by sneezing too hard.
The five Divine Deva True Inheritors were a graceful young man named Yue Tianheng, a cold young woman named Bai Qingluan, a broad-shouldered man named Luo Shenguang, a delicate-looking youth named Xie Yunxi, and a mature beauty named Mu Yaoguang.
Above them sat the six Divine Deva Grand Elders, who were an ancient man with the face of a benevolent grandfather named Grand Elder Han Guangzhao, a stern woman who looked about forty despite her age being impossible to estimate named Grand Elder Lu Mingfei, a bald old man with dark skin named Grand Elder Mo Tianyu, a tall and thin old woman named Grand Elder Bai Yunzhen, a middle-aged man named Grand Elder Yue Fucheng, and a withered old priestess named Grand Elder Ning Shuanghua.
Li Ling’s gaze then shifted toward the Asura Blood Path section.
Zhen Xueren naturally moved toward one of the six True Inheritor seats on the lower high tier, settling down with a casual elegance as her scarlet river of blood sank beneath her throne like a sleeping dragon.
Apart from her, there was a wild-haired man named Gu Shaluo, a tall woman named Xue Hongyi, a slender young man named Yan Chixiao, a hulking man named Tu Wanren, and a quiet woman named Lian Xuechi.
Above them sat the six Asura Blood Grand Elders, who were a huge old man named Grand Elder Sha Baizhan, a lean old woman named Grand Elder Chi Lianhua, a middle-aged man named Grand Elder Luo Kuangsheng, a wrinkled elder named Grand Elder Meng Xuegu, a stern woman named Grand Elder Yu Hongsha, and a smiling old man named Grand Elder Wen Shaxin.
Next were the Wild Beast Path True Inheritors, who were a burly young woman named Hu Zhanmei, a handsome man named Lang Tianchou, a short but terrifying woman named She Qingyao, a massive man named Niu Bawang, a delicate youth named Ying Feiyu, and a beautiful woman named Hu Meixian.
Above them sat the six Wild Beast Grand Elders, who were a giant woman named Grand Elder Shi Kuangmu, an old man named Grand Elder Ying Jiukong, a hunched old woman named Grand Elder She Wuxi, a broad old man named Grand Elder Xiong Dali, a thin elder named Grand Elder Lu Changsheng, and a savage-looking grandmother named Grand Elder Mao Guhuang.
Li Ling’s eyes moved next to the True Human Path, where the True Human True Inheritors were a refined young man named Wu Tianyuan, a tall woman named Ji Minglan, a smiling youth named Peng Yunqian, a severe-looking woman named Gongshu Yeli, a handsome man named Qin Wenshu, and a quiet girl named Mo Qingyi.
Above them sat the six True Human Grand Elders, who were a fat old man named Grand Elder Pang Jinhai, an elderly woman named Grand Elder Cao Lingxuan, a middle-aged man named Grand Elder Gongshu Bailian, an old scholar named Grand Elder Meng Daoci, a plump old woman named Grand Elder Yao Huanpo, and a thin old man named Grand Elder Fu Qianji.
Then came the Hungry Ghost Path, with its diverse True Inheritors that ranged from a pale young man named Shi Wugui, a ghostly beautiful woman named Bei Youling, a laughing man named Xu Changsheng, a corpse-like youth named Mu Sichen, a thin woman named Ye Hanshuang, and a smiling childlike boy who looked twelve named Tong Wuxiao.
Above them sat the six Hungry Ghost Grand Elders, who were a skeletal old man named Grand Elder Gui Qianhun, an ancient woman named Grand Elder Bai Mingpo, a corpse-like elder named Grand Elder Jiang Shiyu, a middle-aged man with pitch-black eyes named Grand Elder Ye Wuchang, a short elder with a hunched back named Grand Elder Shi Yanku, and a tall old woman with robes embroidered with open mouths named Grand Elder Luo Wang.
Finally, Li Ling’s gaze arrived at the Desolate Hell Path, of which the six True Inheritors were a blindfolded man named Zhai Wuming, a calm young woman named Yan Wusheng, a genderless youth with porcelain skin and no eyebrows named Mo Zhaoyin, a smiling man with bright red eyes and a scholar’s fan named Lu Huangquan, a thin woman with robes decorated with tiny black bells named Zhao Mingyu, and a quiet young man with robes that constantly blurred around the edges named Nangong Wuhen.
Above them sat the six Desolate Hell Grand Elders, an old judge-like man with stern eyes named Grand Elder Yan Fadu, an ancient woman with blind white eyes named Grand Elder Meng Posha, a bandaged elder with robes layered like burial wrappings named Grand Elder Zhen Buming, a middle-aged woman with robes that seemed to absorb all sound around her named Grand Elder Luo Huangyin, a shriveled old man with a crooked smile and a divination wheel in hand named Grand Elder Bu Tianque, and a tall, faceless-looking elder with smooth pale features and no visible eyes named Grand Elder Wu Mian.
By the time Li Ling finished taking in these people, even with his current Dao Heart, he had to admit that the Six Paths Demon Sect was worthy of being one of the Dyad of Malevolence.
This was not just a top-tier demonic sect, this was basically a civilization of monsters pretending to be an organization!
The heck!
These seventy-one high-level existences sat in one hall as if it was nothing special, and above them all, Ming Yue sat calmly upon the central throne, his golden eyes carrying that same amused light as if Li Ling’s arrival was not some grand ceremony, but merely the arrival of a student late to class.
What made Li Ling pay attention, though, was not the pressure, but the structure.
Six paths, six True Inheritors per path, six Grand Elders per path, and one Sect Master above all of them.
Even the missing Divine Deva True Inheritor’s empty seat did not break the symbolism.
If anything, it made the arrangement feel more deliberate, because absence itself had been given a place.
It was order built from chaos, hierarchy built from slaughter, and a demonic heaven assembled from predators!
And now, Li Ling, a mere third-realm cultivator in front of this gathering of seventh-, eighth-, and ninth-realm monsters, had been called to stand before them.
Ming Yue’s fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne.
The sound was not loud, yet the entire hall instantly became silent.
His golden eyes landed on Li Ling, and his lips curled into a faint smile.
"Li Ling."
The moment his name was spoken, the six-colored wheel behind Ming Yue rotated once.
"Step forward!"