The eyes of the great demons and old demons brimmed with even greater excitement.
Their gazes were fixed unblinkingly on the bronze coffin wreathed in crimson radiance.
Their faces were filled with reverence.
Like believers awaiting the descent of their god.
Very soon.
A pale, shriveled hand.
Reached out from within the coffin.
The instant it touched the air.
The demon aura within the hundreds of colorful King Realm Demon Cores that the great demons had long prepared before the coffin was instantly drained away. Demon power surged madly toward that hand like a towering flood.
Demonic light churned.
In merely three breaths.
All the Demon Cores were depleted of energy, turning to dust and gradually vanishing into nothingness.
After absorbing the Demon Cores.
That somewhat withered hand gradually grew plump.
"Time knows no years in the mountains, yet ten thousand years have passed in the world. I, Wu Xiu, the peerless Sword Demon, have finally returned to the Mortal World!"
Accompanied by a majestic and domineering voice, a diminutive young man in feathered robes, whose aura was enough to awe the heavens, slowly stepped out of the coffin. The moment he emerged, the black feathered robe he had worn for who knew how many years suddenly disintegrated.
Even though it was a treasured garment woven from the hardest black divine feathers of terrifying ferocious birds, it could not withstand the erosion of time.
"My lord, you have awakened?" An old demon tremblingly offered the young man a brand-new black feathered robe, his voice full of excitement.
They were descendants of Wu Xiu's servants. Their entire clan had sworn a Heavenly Dao Oath that they would live only to await Wu Xiu's awakening from self-sealing!
"And you are?" Wu Xiu took the black feathered robe, two chilling green rays shooting