"Sunset perished, leaving the world in endless years, and even the Nine Taoist Sects began to decline. How could there still be disciples in the world?"
"It's talked about so lively, yet it turns out this treasure can't be opened at all."
"Although Sunset has perished, I have found an alternative method," the man in the grey robe said in a deep voice.
"What alternative method?"
"The First Generation Head of Demonic Suppression Department had a deep study of Sunset. He left behind a method for refining 'Spirit oil,' sufficient to replace the power of the 'Sunset descendants' and unlock the [Great Spirit of the Sun Sacrifice]." Finally, the man in the grey robe laid his cards on the table.
"Demon Suppression Department? You've even involved the Demon Suppression Department?" Ma Zongkui's expression changed drastically.
A centipede may die but never fall stiff.