With a soft crack, the aura spilling from the Demon Emperor crushed one corner of the throne beneath him. Fragments showered down.
The Demon Emperors sat as silent as cicadas in winter, heads bowed, not daring to make a sound. With the Demon Emperor's practiced composure, he rarely let his emotions show; such a lapse was unusual.
Chenxin felt somewhat vexed. He had learned from the Demon Saint Mingjun some time ago that Ling Chu possessed exceptional talent. By his original estimate, under the current conditions of heaven and earth, Ling Chu would not reach Emperor Grade until after the upheaval. By then, whether humanity could even survive was anyone's guess.
If Ling Chu tried to force his way through the tribulation, he would have to use the human race's supreme treasure. Even the human race's historical records would inevitably suffer damage when facing the might of the heavens. Taishi would never have done such a thing. Now Ling Chu had reached Emperor Grade, while Taishi had fallen. Clearly, Taishi had resorted to some unknown method.
Shi Lan alone had been trouble enough. Now there was Ling Chu as well...
Shi Lan was beyond the domain, and Ling Chu had only just survived the imperial tribulation. The human race would never leave him to risk his life outside. They would surely hide him away to cultivate in secret, and might even send an Emperor to escort him beyond the domain.
That left only Di Luosha active within the Lingyang Realm.
At that moment, Chenxin even wanted to go kill Di Luosha himself, but he could not get away.
The Myriad Demon Ruler and the human race's historical records were locked in a stalemate. Without him controlling the Myriad Demon Ruler, it could not hold back the records. If the records