Demon Realm...
Qi Lanya leaned on her long staff of green leaves and gazed into the sky.
It was not only her. Nearly everyone in the Demon Realm had raised their heads.
The overcast clouds that had weighed overhead for months had visibly changed shape, becoming identical to the ground below. Unlike their previous indistinct forms, they had now become extraordinarily clear—even the moving figures were exact replicas, like another self in a mirror.
Most people did not understand what this change meant, but the mounting pressure filled every heart with an ominous foreboding. People had long tried every possible means to alter or destroy those reflections, yet all efforts had been in vain.
Within the space of Nightmare Volcano, Quiliana watched Chen Rui with interest. "Strange. I can see not the slightest trace of faith overturned or shattered in your eyes—only shock. I have seen this truly 'godless' will in only one person: the incarnation of the Supreme Key, the blasphemer who brought about the Twilight of the Gods."
Lucifer was the incarnation of the Supreme Key? The information in Quiliana's words was simply staggering. Chen Rui could not help asking, "Then what are you? If the will of the Abyss is the will of the gods, what exactly are you?"
"I am the executor of all 'wills,' the highest divine envoy. I once used the sacrificial power of life from countless planes and, after innumerable attempts, finally infiltrated a thread of 'will' into the Authority Barrier of the main plane. That thread of 'will' gave rise to faith in the Abyss within the main plane, constantly drawing upon all manner of dark and negative power to make the 'will' ever greater and stronger. Originally, in only another hundred years, the Abyss would have completely seized control of the