A photograph was displayed on the screen.
The dim, shattered firmament resembled a broken mirror; even the starlight was warped.
Glaciers cracked apart, granting the ice that had slumbered for tens of millions of years another chance to see the light of day. Deep blue and mysterious, the depths of the fissures held a darkness capable of swallowing even light itself.
Black mist gathered into a sea. Ancient gods, who should have vanished into history, descended toward the mortal world step by step upon stairways made of the starry sky.
Tentacles danced jubilantly, like revelry before a grand feast.
A small figure stood above the firmament, his cloak snapping in the wind, crimson-gold flames blazing around him as he faintly held his ground against it.
With a mortal body, he stood shoulder to shoulder with gods!
The continent forged from ice and snow lay behind him like a crown. An emperor was fighting for his people.
"Is this... the Demon Emperor?"
Yue Ling pointed at the screen uncertainly, her expression somewhere between shock and absent-mindedness.
What kind of place was this?
What was that continent in the sky?
And what was that terrifying creature hidden within the black mist?
Merely looking at it caused fear to well up in Yue Ling's heart uncontrollably. It was an instinct innate to all living things.
Mortals could not gaze directly upon gods.
Yue Ling's gaze fell upon the Demon Emperor, and she sensed from him a fighting spirit that seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
Fight, fight, fight.
There was only an opponent in his eyes, no distinction between mortal and god. So what if he defied the gods?
"Mm, the Demon Emperor."
Wen Tianji nodded. In truth, he was not much calmer than Yue Ling. He dearly wanted to ask