Jiang Ding walked past the Ice Phoenix Demon Lord, who was prostrate on the ground, ascended, and sat upon the Ice Snow Throne that symbolized the peak of power in the Western Desert Demon Race's imperial dynasty, his right hand resting on his sword hilt.
He said nothing, gazing out at the distant sky, no one knowing what he was thinking.
The surroundings were silent as a grave, plunged into deathly stillness.
The demon emperor, the demon lords of the great royal clans, and the tens of thousands of demon kings and demon generals outside the palace all trembled. Their hearts were filled with boundless terror, yet they did not dare make the slightest sound.
Even their breathing unconsciously quieted.
Like a flock of sheep facing a bloodthirsty primordial beast, they feared that the slightest disturbance would bring the dreadful outcome of death from top to bottom.
Tushan! Tushan!
Heavenly Monarch, a Heavenly Monarch!
Ahhhhh...
Mu Tianxue involuntarily knelt along with the surrounding masses of demon lords. Her heart churned like rivers and seas, yet she did not dare step forward and acknowledge him as an old acquaintance.
She was afraid that he would kill her with a single stroke of his sword.
Mu Tianxue's mind was in a daze.
Vaguely, she recalled that several centuries ago, she had had an avatar. No, that had not been an avatar—it had been her original body.
Her father had come from the Ice Snow Palace Mu Family, while her mother's surname had been Yu. To avoid being sacrificed as raw material to improve the spiritual roots of the direct lineage, her mother and father had paid an enormous price to send her to the Land of Three Kingdoms, where she cultivated under the previous master of the Blood Transformation Hall of Chu,