Seeing this, Qing Luan didn't pay it much mind.
He had been observing Yao Qingying, his junior, for thousands of years.
Her current strength might still be lacking, but there was absolutely no question about her character!
All he had to do now was pass the position of Demon Race Emperor Venerable to her and train her to become invincible beneath the heavens before he truly reached the end of his road.
At this thought, Qing Luan's voice rang out, clear and bright. "Three days from now, all members of the Demon Race are to come to Yuyuan!"
His voice rang like the lingering chime of a bell, instantly spreading throughout Qingyao Mountain.
Jiuyi Mountain.
A hidden site.
Beneath a towering cliff, a three-legged cauldron stood in silence.
The massive cauldron stood a hundred zhang tall. Cloud-and-thunder patterns were carved all around it, along with countless scenes of the Human Race farming, hunting, waging war, building cities, weaving, and more.
Yet before the towering cliff, the cauldron was as small as a grain of millet.
At that moment, the cauldron was filled with five-colored incense sticks. As spiritual flames consumed them, smoke curled through the air, and a clean, bitter fragrance quickly spread.
The incense had been made by refining hundreds of medicinal herbs and minerals. As it burned, fragrant smoke spiraled upward, gradually shrouding the towering cliff face.
The sheer cliff rose a thousand ren, its entire rugged surface barren, made of rock harder than iron.
Elegant figures had been carved into that hard stone.
The many figures all gazed outward. Some were full of youthful vigor; some were old and frail; some looked like children; some were utterly ordinary; some were as beautiful as flowers. They might lead an ox leisurely beneath the trees, play a flute