Deep within the Devil Realm, a massive valley lay like the throat of a colossal beast. As far as the eye could see, there was only endless darkness, as though it had swallowed every ray of light.
At the heart of this valley stood an ancient, rugged stone hall. It looked as though it had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, already fused with its surroundings.
Inside the hall was a great chamber, where swaying bonfires gave off faint green flames, adding several shades of strangeness and oppression to the gloomy space.
Against that dark backdrop, Emperor Yan sat upon a stone-carved throne with his eyes closed, regulating his breath.
Suddenly, Emperor Yan snapped his eyes open, a sharp gleam flashing through his pupils.
He rose abruptly. Though his deep voice was not loud, it echoed throughout the entire hall. "Dead? He actually died! That Su Wu truly was a piece of trash!"
Through the restriction he had left on Su Wu, Emperor Yan had already sensed his death.
"Guards!" Emperor Yan bellowed, his voice brimming with unquestionable authority.
Before his words had faded, figures appeared before him like ghosts. Their auras were far weaker than Emperor Yan's, yet they were enough to reveal the strength and terror of the Devil Realm's army.
"Pass down my order! The Devil Realm army lying in wait within the Heaven-Questioning Secret Realm is to mobilize at once. Activate the Three Realms Immortal Ship and attack the Chuyun Realm with all your strength!" Emperor Yan swept out a hand, his voice crashing like thunder and making the entire hall seem to tremble.
"My lord, is it not too hasty to begin the war now?" a Devil Race cultivator at the Mahayana Stage asked hesitantly, his voice carrying a trace of doubt and