His Highness the Holy Son headed towards his new manor. The Holy Nether Guard that had vanished for 100,000 years reappeared once again in the eyes of the Demonic Path. There were a thousand guards wearing scarlet armor, their auras dense and sharp as they held swords and spears in hand. Wherever they passed, slaughter energy would soar to the heavens. Everyone was shocked as dust-laden memories slowly awakened in their minds.

Although there were no Calamity Immortals in the Holy Nether Guard, they were actually known as the number one legion within the Demonic Path. Looking at the entire Land of Divinity and Demons, besides the Immortal Sect’s Iron Crusade, there was no other legion that could fight on even terms with them.

The prestige of the Holy Son had already spread throughout all quarters of the Demonic Path. Now, with the Holy Nether Guard supporting him, they felt even more awe and reverence. Wherever the legion went, countless influences of the Demonic Path would send out envoys to visit them and offer generous gifts.

Because they couldn’t find the appropriate staff to handle internal affairs, Shang Yuntai volunteered himself. Qin Yu considered it for a moment and nodded in agreement. The task...