The Truth Behind the Crippled Death of the Chu Emperor from the Ancestral Demon Domain

Golden Palace Hall.

The entire Golden Palace Hall was shrouded in a faint black-gold mist, impossible to peer through.

Wu Xuanji frowned. He had only been away for a few days, yet the Golden Palace Hall gave him an intensely dangerous feeling.

One had to know that, with the aid of those strange national destiny crystals, he had broken through to the first level of the Heaven Transforming Realm. Yet he still sensed an aura that made his heart palpitate.

Something about this New Emperor did not seem quite right.

Why did it feel as though he had broken through even faster than Wu Xuanji?

"Your Majesty, this humble minister has an urgent matter to report."

Wu Xuanji cupped his hands slightly as he looked toward the Golden Palace Hall.

"Enter!"

A vast and boundless voice rang out from within the Golden Palace Hall.

Rip—

The black-gold mist curling around the hall automatically parted, forming thirty-three golden steps leading toward the Golden Palace Hall.

What was strange was that an eerie liquid flowed over every one of those golden steps.

Boom!

Wu Xuanji stepped onto the golden stairs and entered the Golden Palace Hall in just a few instants.

There, he saw—

A somewhat bewitching young man seated upon the dragon throne.

Demonic markings seemed to surface between his brows. The black dragon hovering above the Golden Palace Hall was constantly devouring strange energy.

A faint, intermittent pressure emanated from him, while his expression remained cold and indifferent.

"Beloved Minister Wu, what matter brings you before Us?"

The New Emperor spoke blandly, reclining sideways against the dragon throne, carrying an authority that needed no anger to inspire fear.

"Your Majesty, Chu Jiang, the regent, has wielded power to throw the court into chaos, slaughtered officials and even Your Majesty's trusted