Zero Desolate Sea Area.
Tens of thousands of demons gathered at the Black Dragon Palace.
Winged serpents fluttered, forest pythons hissed, and various profound Dao sounds arose.
A cool breeze rustled, causing the colorful bells on the Worship Heaven Altar to chime and the great bell to tremble.
The vast altar was intricately structured, surrounded by dense offerings. There were Spirit Grass and Immortal Nuance, but most numerous were the sacrificial scriptures. The sweet scent of Spirit Grass, mingled with the acrid smell of burning paper from the ashes of sacrificial scriptures, caused many Demon Saints to narrow their eyes.
In the central clearing stood an imposing, martial figure: Hong Yuan.
"The Emperor's son is truly extraordinary."
"I didn't expect him to endure this long, rendering the schemes of Worm Roc and the others almost entirely ineffective."
