Back when Black Feather Dragon galloped across the Twelve Domains, the current Demon Emperor Golden Lion was still just a little lion, a descendant of their generation of golden-headed lions.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, that little golden lion had actually become the Demon Emperor, leaving Black Feather Dragon truly filled with mixed emotions.
Seeing Black Feather Dragon remain silent, Lou Lan spoke again, "The Monster Domain is already in turmoil, and many factions have barged in, threatening to exterminate the Demon Race!"
"Arrogant!"
Black Feather Dragon's eyes were filled with fury. He had not been this angry in a very long time, and as far as he was concerned, the Monster Domain was his home.
"Who is it?"
"Ancient Underworld King!"
"What, he's actually still not dead, that coward?" Hearing the name King of Hell, Black Feather Dragon was clearly furious, his eyes covered in bloodshot veins without a shred of fear.
Why did Ling Yun, in his identity as the Ancient Underworld King, appear to Black Feather Dragon as nothing more than a coward and a craven?
Black Feather Dragon had grown up listening to the legends of the King of Hell. The Ancient Underworld King would show his face in the Twelve Domains from time to time, committing heinous crimes every single time, either wiping out sects or starting massacres.
Yet!
Just as Black Feather Dragon's strength reached its peak, the Ancient Underworld King inexplicably vanished without a trace, as if he had fallen.
He had no opponents left in the Twelve Domains, and so he sought to shatter the suppression of the Heavenly Dao of the Twelve Domains, harboring the delusional ambition of breaking through to an even higher realm—which was to Proove the Dao!
Therefore he chose to slumber, continuously accumulating strength in his slumber