Deep underground in the Yanwang Palace, there is a place that only the Yanwang royal family has the right to enter and exit.

It’s called Tulku Cave.

Today, the eighth generation king of the Yan Kingdom, Yan Huanren, plans to enter the Zugu Cave because of several things that have happened in the country recently.

He wanted to report the ins and outs of those events to the people in this cave in detail.

It is hard to imagine that the majestic King Yan, a man at the pinnacle of power, would actually report matters to another person.

At this time, he walked down the wide bluestone stairs.

On the two mottled stone walls, a candle would appear at regular intervals, stretching Yan Huanren's figure as he moved downwards.

His face, which is already in his fifties, is still full of elegance, and he does not look old. It can be seen that he does not often encounter troublesome things that need to be taken care of in daily life.

But today there is a bit of seriousness on this face.

Although I have walked up the stone steps for two sticks of incense.

Yan Huanren was not impatient at all.

It can make His Highness King Yan, who is pampered and at an age where he knows his destiny, take the trouble to walk here in person.

There is only one person in the ancestral cave.

…

After walking for about half a stick of incense, his feet finally stepped off the stairs.

A deep corridor appeared ahead.

Yan Huanren stepped on the floor paved with copper bricks and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The innermost side near the corridor is unlit.

Because every time a candle is lit, it will go out quickly, and if it cannot be lit, it is simply not lit.

Every time I come here, I have to walk in the dark at the end of the corridor.

It's flat under your feet, so be careful and you won't fall.

At the end, there is a thick stone door that cuts this corridor into the inside and the outside.

Outside, there is a place where Yan Huanren and other royal families are qualified to set foot.

And inside, there are secrets that have never seen the light or let anyone see their true appearance for hundreds of years.

At this time, Yan Huanren stood six feet outside the stone gate, and then bowed respectfully.

"Juniors meet our ancestors."

The words fell out for a long time, and only a trace of his own echo was heard.

But Yan Huanren was not surprised.

He continued to say respectfully, "Next, I will report to my ancestors the recent events in the Yan Kingdom."

Then, he continued loudly.

"Two months ago, a large number of evil spirits suddenly appeared in the major cities of the Yan Kingdom. Almost all high-level demon slayers were dispatched to fight against them."

"Fifteen days ago, there was a big evil of unknown origin that bloodbathed the Demon Suppression Department, causing the deaths of 276 first-level demon-slayers and two third-level demon-slayers."

"In addition, the aura of the demon dragon soul suppressed in the demon dragon cemetery disappeared, but the thunder seal was not damaged. After inspection by the demon slayer, the demon dragon soul has been completely wiped out."

"As for the large-scale invasion of Yan State by evil spirits and ghosts, the purpose of the bloodbath of the Demon Suppression Department is still under investigation. However, preliminary judgment is that it should be related to the demon dragon soul. Shen Long, the director of the Demon Suppression Department, is also cooperating with the criminal court."

After speaking so solemnly, Yan Huanren took a scroll from his sleeve.

This scroll records everything he just reported.

The reason for this unnecessary step, both speaking and writing, is to ensure that the ancestors can actually know those things.

After all, this ancestor has been in seclusion for hundreds of years and has not lived in the world. Even Yan Huanren, the eighth generation prince of Yan, has never seen the true face of the figure inside the stone gate.

If it weren't for the few words of instructions written by the ancestors on the back of the scrolls that were occasionally retrieved from the stone drawer, the descendants of the Yan family would have suspected that there was no one inside the stone gate at all.

…

At this time, Yan Huanren raised his hand and pressed lightly on a square brick on the stone door in front of him.

"Snapped--"

Immediately, a two-foot-square stone drawer popped out of the thick rock of the stone door.

In the drawer, there are also scrolls.

That was the last time I responded to my ancestor's report about the cultivation status of the ninth-level demon-slayers in the Demon Suppression Department.

At this time, Yan Huanren took out the old scroll, put in the new scroll, and finally pushed the stone drawer in gently.

After doing this, bow respectfully.

He said, "Junior, please leave."

Then he turned around and walked along the dark corridor the same way he came.

When he turned the corner and stepped onto the stone steps, facing the light of the first candle hanging on the wall, he paused and opened the old scroll that had just been replaced to read it.

Yan Huanren carefully examined the front and back of the scroll in his hand.

But I found that this time there was no instruction from my ancestor in the scroll.

This is also expected.

It is not common for the ancestor's handwriting to appear in the scroll. If it happens once out of ten, it is considered too many.

The words accumulated over hundreds of years amount to no more than a thousand words.

But even so, it does not change the absolute authority that this figure in Shimen has over the Great Yan Kingdom.

Today's descendants of the Yan royal family do not know the art of cultivation and cannot bear the pain of cultivation. They are just ordinary people with noble status.

But this group of ordinary people can make the demon slayers of the Demon Suppressing Division, who have the ability to open mountains and seas with their bare hands, bow their heads and obey orders.

Not for his sake.

It is precisely because there is an ancestor of the Yan royal family who has lived for hundreds of years in this ancient ancestral cave in the Yan Palace.

His name is Yan Beichen.

Four hundred and sixty years ago, the first generation King of Yan was the one who slayed the demon dragon, trained demon slayers and established the Demon Suppression Division, creating the Great Yan Kingdom!

…

At this time, Yan Huanren put the scroll back into his sleeve and walked up the steps.

The next time I come back will be a month later.

Tulku Cave returned to silence again.

It is like a secret room used by Yan Huanren to talk to himself.

Apart from his own voice echoing just now, there was no other sound here.

Silent as a tomb.

However, not long after Yan Huanren left.

At the end of the long corridor, inside the stone door, in the dark space like ink, a pair of eyes that seemed to radiate light like stars slowly opened.

It is three or four feet above the ground and two or three feet apart.

The two eyes floated quietly in mid-air without moving an inch.

Opening it at this moment, there is no emotion in the pupils, just like the eyes of a night owl isolated on the grave of dead bones at the third watch.

After a long time, the eyes looked slightly downward.

At the same time, he seemed to raise one of his hands and place it in front of the eyes, looking at them carefully.

Through the luster emanating from his eyes, one can glimpse the outline of a certain finger on that hand.

It was a slender and thick finger with a hook like an eagle's claw.

In the darkness, his eyes examined his hand carefully, revealing a strange light.

After a long time, he put his hand down again.
Chapter completed!