The Demon Emperor sized up the figures atop the snowy peak ahead.
All of them wore white hoods, their backs to the moon, their faces impossible to see. Strands of hair showing through the gaps in their collars flowed with a silvery-white sheen beneath the moonlight.
If the information Wen Tianji had sent was correct, they should have been the legendary Frost Elves.
A reclusive race that lived on the Ice and Snow Continent.
As the Demon Emperor studied Yilu, Yilu was studying him as well.
Golden eyes, golden fur, ragged clothes crudely stitched together from animal hides. He seemed unconcerned with worldly possessions, and a fluffy white creature sat perched on his shoulder.
Clearly, he was not human.
The sovereign of the Demon Race.
Yilu recognized his identity.
Everything she knew of the Tianlan Continent came from information stored within the Consciousness Realm. Every so often, the Council of Elders would also send high-ranking priests out of the Sky Dome Temple to update the data.
Whenever that happened, the Frost Elves would be especially delighted.
The priests brought not only data and information about the Tianlan Continent, but also all sorts of foods from human civilization, elemental crystals from elemental civilization, special creations from demonic beast civilization...
The Sky Dome Temple would celebrate wildly for a very, very long time.
The interval between such occasions was once every hundred years.
The Demon Emperor watched as the figures before him removed their hoods one after another, revealing their true faces.
Hair the color of snow, exquisite and flawless features, and pointed ears utterly different from those of humans.
They wore thin, form-fitting soft armor beneath garments of some unknown material, with a texture resembling ice crystals. Graceful and striking, youthful and beautiful.
The Demon Emperor scratched his neck.
He had