In the fireplace on one side of the great hall, the flames that had once burned fiercely kept shrinking until they quickly went out, and even the ashes soon turned cold.
Some of the familiars coiled behind the Devils began to tremble.
Tu Te, Ka Ling, and another Great Devil wore extremely grim expressions...
They were not unfamiliar with this voice.
It was the voice lurking in the Sea of Meditation—the voice that had taught the Devil race how to cultivate, the voice that had allowed the Devil race to grow and flourish.
It was under this voice's guidance that the Devil race learned how to control its emotions, completely severing the seven emotions and transforming them into the seven Little Devils...
It could be said that the Devil race's ability to reach this point was entirely the result of listening to this voice.
That was also why the experts of the Devil race had been lurking in the Sea of Meditation to cultivate.
"You—you weren't in the Sea of Meditation? How can you come out?" Tu Te asked in shock.
The cold female voice replied, "When did I ever say I couldn't leave the Sea of Meditation?"
"Crackle..."
The frost on the smooth tabletop grew thicker and thicker.
At the very center of the table, the exquisite ice crystals kept converging. Like a plant that continued to grow, they rapidly climbed upward.
When it had grown to a little over a person's height, the ice crystals converged into a curvaceous human figure.
"Buzz..."
As a milky-white radiance flashed past, a perfect body emerged, wrapped in a pale blue cloak.
The Great Devils, including Jia Lu, stared fixedly at that body...
They had always assumed that she was like those Unknown Things, with no physical form of her own—merely an