Inside the Dark Demon.
Darkness devoured everything.
"Our honored guest has arrived."
With that cold, hoarse voice sweeping through the black world, golden light suddenly lit up somewhere.
They were two eyes.
Two eyes growing from a palm.
Following the golden glow of those eyes upward, one could vaguely make out a skull. Above that skull was another pair of pitch-black eyes, like two pools of oil-dark springs.
It was none other than the king of the Dark Clan, Shenxi Xingtian!
That voice just now had come from him.
After that, the peerlessly fiendish head of the Dark Demon trembled slightly. Thousands of doors opened, and a dusky passage like a "throat" extended all the way beyond this Infinitum-class astralship.
At the end of the passage, a white, rosy, chubby baby boy crawled in.
He was far too young. Such a pure living being formed an intensely stark contrast with Shenxi Xingtian's black robes and skull head.
In the blink of an eye, the baby boy appeared before Shenxi Xingtian.
The two sat facing each other across a long table. The baby boy was too short, leaving only his head visible, while Shenxi Xingtian's pair of palms radiating strange golden light pressed against the tabletop, faintly giving off an air of looking down from above.
"The Huan Tian God Clan truly is a miracle. No matter how boundless the orderly starry sky may be, it cannot stop you from leaping through it, appearing and vanishing like spirits," Shenxi Xingtian said with a smile. His laugh was so dry that it sounded worse than weeping.
"Sometimes it is useful, and sometimes it isn't. For example, now—the astralship has not arrived, and my coming here ahead of time serves no purpose," the baby boy said with a smile, staring at Shenxi Xingtian.