Tribal Sacred Mountain:
A dozen Demons surrounded a few enchained people with their mouths sealed. Sacred blue flames floated around this gathering, with one golden flame standing above an elevated podium and two people sitting on chairs. They observed the boisterous discussions.
"It was not my fault," yelled a middle-aged man with fangs wrapped in chains. He was the only one allowed to speak among the captives. "I couldn't resist the call of the mother."
"What about the other people who resisted Heavenly Dao's summon? Why can they resist, and you couldn't?" a demon with red eyes sneered.
"I-I don't know."
"These Primarchs have always been unreliable. We are not the temple, so I never liked that they were among us."
"That's not fair. Many of our fellow brothers choose that path since it's better than the Immortal and Dao Path."
"So what? We now have proof that if our sacred mountain ever has animosity toward Heavenly Dao, these people will not hesitate to betray us."
