The Rise of Cultivation Industry Was Imminent

Shang Zheng wore a gray robe. He took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and stepped cautiously into the deep ink-black palace.

He came from a Shang Clan collateral branch and had been oppressed by others, sent to this godforsaken place where life and death could come at any moment.

The palace was deathly quiet.

There were no servants, no maidservants. When the wind blew, the curtains swayed everywhere, worsening the terror in one's heart, as though one were walking through a ghostly domain.

Not until he reached the center of the palace

did he see A Youth in Green Robes seated upright upon the Black Crow Throne amid the clouds, a longsword at his waist and a calm gaze in his eyes.

"Greetings, True Monarch Tushan!"

Shang Zheng did not dare look further. Forcing down the tremors running through his body, he performed a deep bow.

The person before him

was Old Demon Tushan, whose fearsome name resounded across the land, the man who had single-handedly wiped out the Northern Plains Black Clan!

According to the intelligence reports, he was deep-minded and often appeared through avatars. He had not the slightest concern for face, and bullying the weak with strength was commonplace for him.

After plotting for a hundred years and inciting slaughter within the Black Clan, he had waited until their strength had been greatly weakened before brazenly laying a trap to kill True Monarch Divine Crow. He destroyed Beast Spirit Immortal City, whose inheritance had endured for ten thousand years, becoming the foremost rogue cultivator devil of the Northern Plains.

If a mere collateral-branch Golden Core died here, no one would ask about it.

Even a direct-lineage Golden Core would be no different.

The Northern Plains had long ceased to be the Northern Plains