After a brief conversation, the Demon Emperor had gained a general understanding of these sharp-eared Frost Elves living in the Sky Dome Temple.
As a Longevity Race, their sense of time was clearly not much different from that of other long-lived races.
In the span of several decades or a century, humans might have already propagated through several generations, but to them, it was perhaps merely a slightly longer stretch of time.
Under normal circumstances, this once-in-a-century understanding of Tianlan Continent's affairs had no great drawbacks.
Whether human civilization or other civilized societies, none would undergo excessively drastic changes, and civilization's progress would not erupt explosively within such a short period.
But the emergence of Origin Mall had changed everything.
In just over two years since its appearance, it had already brought enormous influence to Tianlan Continent.
What about five years from now?
Ten years?
A hundred years?
The Demon Emperor could not imagine what things would look like then.
He looked forward to it, wanting to personally witness Tianlan Continent's transformation and see those civilizations and races hidden in the shadows become Origin Mall's customers as well.
That said, the impending heavenly disaster remained a problem they would have to face.
The boss should be able to resolve it with ease.
The Demon Emperor had great confidence in Luo Chuan.
Of course, if possible, he would participate too. Hiding in the rear was not his style.
As for the magic Yilu had mentioned, the Demon Emperor soon saw its concrete form.
Snow and ice melted, then condensed into ice.
Light flowed within ice crystals so pure they were almost transparent. They were spirits within the snow and ice, their wings trembling behind them as they scattered specks of fragmented firefly light.
A peculiar circular formation appeared upon the snow.