The sinister voice was even more terrifying than the cries of a fierce ghost, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
"Every five hundred years, the cycle repeats, and the Thunder Blade Secret Realm opens again."
That mournful voice echoed.
Everyone exchanged glances, from the tone, it seemed to belong to a living person?
Their courage grew considerably, for as long as it wasn't ghosts and goblins, it was much easier to deal with.
"Only good at hiding your head while showing your tail, aren't you?" mocked Woh Qingqing.
"Little girl, I sense the aura of Guxie Sect from you, are you from the Guxie Sect?"
The voice from within the Stone Gate spoke again.
Woh Qingqing sneered, "So what if I am? Judging by your display of Cultivation Technique, and the swirling demon mist, which sect of the Demon Dao are you from?"
"Five hundred years ago, Ten Thousand Demon Sect's Li Zongping," a dried-up Cultivator in a black robe emerged from the black mist.