Han Li was at the top of the altar, looking around.

He saw the two statues standing tall in front of him, appearing even larger than before, casting huge shadows that enveloped everyone, like two gods standing in the sky, looking down at the mortals below.

He could clearly feel a huge sense of oppression emanating from the two statues, weighing heavily on his heart. With his current cultivation level, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Han Li's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the strange phenomenon from before was happening again?

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Shi Pokong and the other two beside him also looked pale, clearly enduring the enormous pressure emanating from the statues.

The three immediately bowed and paid their respects to the two statues. After the ceremony, their expressions immediately relaxed a lot.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart stirred. After a moment of contemplation, he also bowed to the two statues.

Strangely enough, after he bowed, the immense pressure weighing on him slowly receded.

Han Li raised an eyebrow, becoming slightly interested in the Tian Sha Sage Emperor and the You Ming Sage Mother. These two statues were so spiritual; could it be that there really were these two deities in the Demon Realm?

"Your Highnesses' sincere prayers will surely be seen by the Sage Emperor and the Sage Mother, who will bestow boundless blessings and protect Your Highnesses," said a priest who looked like a leader, stepping forward and returning a salute.

This person was a middle-aged man with messy yellow hair and rough, dark skin, like an old farmer who worked hard in the countryside, but with unusually bright eyes.

Han Li glanced at this person, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

The aura of this farmer-like priest was not particularly strong, only at the early stage of Golden Immortal. Han Li could crush him with a finger, but for some reason, this person gave him an inexplicable sense of palpitations.

"Thank you, Priest Lian Zhen, for your kind words," Shi Pokong said with a slight nod and a smile.

Hearing this, Han Li's heart stirred.

Because of Ti Hun, he had studied the situation of the Sacrifice Hall in Nightglow City in recent years. The Sacrifice Hall was a special place in Nightglow City. The priests inside were under the jurisdiction of the Sage Ruler, but they did not need to perform tasks, dedicating themselves to serving the Tian Sha Sage Emperor and the You Ming Sage Mother.

The Sacrifice Hall was headed by the High Priest, followed by several high-level priests, and Priest Lian Zhen was one of them.

Han Li quickly turned his gaze away from Priest Lian Zhen and looked at the other priests, but did not find anyone with a higher cultivation level, which made him a little disappointed.

"Haha, Third Brother, you're here quite early." Just then, a long laugh came from below, and several figures ascended the altar.

The person leading the way was a purple-robed man in his late thirties, tall and with clothing and adornments identical to Shi Chuan Kong and the other two. Three bright pearls were also embedded in the purple-gold crown on his head, and there was a faint purple mark between his eyebrows, flashing with a mysterious purple light.

Seeing this, Han Li was slightly stunned. Wasn't this the person who invited him in the Maha District ten years ago?

Only his original black hair had turned completely white.

Two people were standing beside this person, also wearing purple brocade robes. One of them was looking at them with unfriendly eyes; it was the Eighth Prince, whom he had met briefly when he first entered the city.

The other was a thin youth with a sallow complexion and uneven breathing, looking like a consumptive ghost.

Several attendants followed behind the three, all with extraordinary bearing.

"So it's Big Brother, and Eighth Brother, Tenth Brother. It's been a while since we last met," Shi Pokong said with a smile, cupping his fists in a salute to the others from afar.

Han Li understood upon hearing this. It turned out that this extraordinary purple-robed man was Shi Chuan Kong's eldest brother, the Demon Lord's First Prince, Shi Zhanfeng.

Then, the purpose of the other party's invitation at the time was worth pondering. And who was the white-haired woman who warned him at the time?

His mind raced, and many questions suddenly arose in his mind. His gaze began to wander around intentionally or unintentionally.

"Eighth Brother, Shi Chuanjia, you've already met. The one with the sickly face is Tenth Brother, Shi Bofu. He contracted a strange disease when he was young and lingered for a long time before he was cured, but he also gained a blessing in disguise and comprehended an extremely powerful curse law, which should not be underestimated. Eighth Brother and Tenth Brother both rely on Big Brother." Shi Chuan Kong's voice sounded in Han Li's mind, explaining the situation of the other two princes through voice transmission.

Hearing this, Han Li secretly sized up the Tenth Prince.

This person's cultivation had also reached the Taiyi realm, although only the early stage of the Taiyi realm, but his aura was peculiar, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Yes, although we are all in Nightglow City, we each have our own duties, and it's been a long time since we last met. I recently obtained two bottles of Ziluoxian Wine from the True Immortal Realm. After paying respects to Father today, why don't Third Brother and Thirteenth Brother come to my mansion? It would be wonderful for us brothers to have a good drink, wouldn't it?" Shi Zhanfeng laughed loudly.

Shi Chuan Kong's expression changed slightly, and he was about to signal Shi Pokong to refuse, but before he could speak, Shi Pokong had already nodded in agreement:

"Since Big Brother has such a kind intention, I will naturally accompany you. Speaking of which, it is rare for us brothers to be scattered in various places, and it is only when Father is out of seclusion that we can gather here."

Shi Chuan Kong was anxious, but there was nothing he could do now.

"Good! Then it's settled. By the way, if Fellow Daoist Li is interested, you can also come. What I said to you that day still stands," Shi Zhanfeng said to Han Li with a smile, then proceeded to pay respects to the Tian Sha Sage Emperor and the You Ming Sage Mother.

The Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the others smiled strangely at Han Li upon hearing this, and then stepped forward to salute, ignoring Shi Pokong and the others.

Han Li was secretly annoyed in his heart. Shi Zhanfeng's divisive tactic was so poisonous, but he did not show it on his face at all.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, what did the First Prince mean just now?" Blood Drop Marquis's face sank first, questioning through voice transmission.

"Blood Drop Marquis, don't talk nonsense," Shi Pokong said with cold eyes, glaring at Blood Drop Marquis.

Blood Drop Marquis responded with awe and stepped back, but the look in his eyes towards Han Li clearly carried a deep suspicion.

Han Li felt Blood Drop Marquis's gaze, his brow furrowed slightly, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

Blood Drop Marquis sacrificed himself to lure away True Immortal Zhaogu in the past, although it was on Shi Pokong's orders, Han Li was quite grateful to him. This second meeting, he had a few intentions to make friends, but he didn't expect that Blood Drop Marquis would easily turn against him because of the First Prince's words. Such a person cannot distinguish right from wrong and is not worth befriending.

"Let's go first," Shi Pokong said with a slight smile to Han Li, and then spoke.

The group then descended from the altar via another staircase, heading towards the distant Holy Emperor Palace.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what exactly did Big Brother say just now..." Shi Chuan Kong hesitated in his heart, but still couldn't help but ask, although his question was the same as Blood Drop Marquis's, there was no reproach in it.

"Thirteenth Brother, this is Big Brother's divisive tactic. Fellow Daoist Li is your friend, don't you trust him?" Shi Pokong said with a chuckle, interrupting Shi Chuan Kong's words.

"Of course I trust Fellow Daoist Li, I'm just curious about what Big Brother did," Shi Chuan Kong said with a chuckle.

"It's nothing. I just happened to meet the First Prince while I was strolling around the Maha District, and we talked about Ti Hun's injuries for a few words, but his appearance was slightly different from now, so I didn't know his identity at the time," Han Li said after a moment of contemplation, describing the situation when he met the First Prince that day.

"So that's it. Big Brother is indeed cunning, using such a despicable method," Shi Chuan Kong snorted and said.

"Big Brother has always acted like this, let's be careful and not lose our composure," Shi Pokong said lightly, then looked at Blood Drop Marquis.

Blood Drop Marquis showed an embarrassed expression and bowed to Han Li, saying, "I was impulsive just now and spoke inappropriately. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Li."

"It's okay," Han Li said expressionlessly, his tone cold.

Blood Drop Marquis knew that he had offended Han Li severely just now, and it was too late to apologize now, so he stood up awkwardly.

The group walked towards the depths of the palace and soon arrived in front of a dark palace in the center.

This palace was a hundred zhang tall, significantly higher than the nearby halls, giving it a sense of standing out from the crowd. At each of the four corners of the palace stood a black stone pillar that several people could embrace, each inscribed with a lifelike demon god relief.

Outside the palace hung a huge plaque with the three purple characters "Holy Emperor Palace" written on it.

The strokes of these three characters were simple and vigorous, like dragons and snakes rolling, possessing a momentum that rushed straight into the sky and roared at the firmament.

Outside the main hall stood two purple-robed servants, who hurriedly bowed to Shi Chuan Kong and Shi Pokong when they saw the four of them.

"Is Father inside?" Shi Pokong asked lightly.

"The Holy Lord is inside. Please wait a moment, Your Highnesses, I will go in and report," one of the servants said and quickly entered to report.

A moment later, the man came out and said, "The Holy Lord has ordered that the four of you be invited into the hall."

Shi Pokong and Shi Chuan Kong took a deep breath, tidied up their clothes, and walked into the hall.

Han Li and Blood Drop Marquis followed behind them, a step away, and also stepped into the hall.

The space inside the hall was extremely large, but it was empty, making it seem unusually spacious. The walls on both sides were covered with various statues, some human-shaped, some beast-shaped, each lifelike, as if they could break through the walls and revive at any time.

The light here was a bit dim, and these statues were hidden in the shadows, making them look a bit ferocious.

Everyone walked forward silently until the light in the deepest part of the hall became bright again. A high platform appeared on the ground, and a purple-robed man sat on the main seat on the platform.

This person looked to be in his forties or fifties, with white hair, a square face, and slender eyebrows, like a refined scholar, but there was a natural and majestic aura in his expression.

This person did not emit a particularly large aura, but it still involuntarily created a sense of submission.

Han Li had seen the Demon Lord once when he used the Palm Heaven Bottle to travel through the soul, but the other party did not show his true form at that time, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at this moment.

The Demon Lord seemed to sense something and looked over.

Han Li's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body felt cold, as if all his secrets had been seen through by the other party. His expression changed suddenly, and all the immortal spiritual power in his body was instantly activated, and the power of divine consciousness in his mind also permeated out, flowing throughout his body, trying to resist the Demon Lord's gaze.

But no matter how he used his supernatural powers to resist, it was like a facade in front of the Demon Lord's gaze, and the feeling of coldness all over his body became heavier and heavier, almost to the point of exhaustion and collapse.

The Demon Lord's gaze turned on Han Li's face, revealing a strange look on his face, and then he regained his calm and moved his gaze away.

Only then did the feeling of coldness all over Han Li's body recede like a tide. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mind slowly relaxed.

The Demon Lord's gaze only lasted for a breath or two, but Han Li felt as if a long time had passed.

His mind tightened and relaxed like this, and he actually felt a vague sense of mental exhaustion, which was more tiring than a fierce battle with a strong enemy.

"Greetings, Father, congratulations on Father's successful cultivation of magical powers in seclusion!" Shi Pokong and Shi Chuan Kong stopped a few zhang away in front of the high platform and knelt down together.