In the Primeval Demonic Realm, the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, at the edge of the Nine Heavens, a golden roc spread its wings and rushed over from the distant west in the blink of an eye.
In the deepest reaches of the ancestral land, Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor's eyes flew open. The aura of imperial authority around him roared and surged, and his astonishing pressure swept across ten thousand miles.
"What happened?"
Not far away, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor sensed something and asked with a grave expression.
"Something happened to Xuanzhen."
Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor said in a deep voice.
"Hm?"
Upon hearing this, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor's expression darkened. He looked into the distance. Garuda—he had actually returned.
Before long, Demonic Essence blotted out the sky. The golden roc assumed human form and swept into the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land at high speed.
"Greetings, Your Majesties."
Garuda bowed, his expression indifferent.
In the deepest part of the ancestral land, when Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor saw Xuanzhen before Garuda, his expression changed sharply. He took a single step and instantly arrived before them.
The terrifying pressure bearing down on him was beyond words. Garuda instinctively took half a step back, wholly on guard.
Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor ignored him. Looking at his severely wounded and unconscious legitimate son, his expression turned exceptionally grim.
He raised his right hand, gathering demonic essence. Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor activated all his cultivation, pouring incomparably vast power into Xuanzhen's body to preserve his life.
"What happened?"
Behind them, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor stepped forward and coldly asked Garuda.
"A master of the sword path attempted to assassinate the First Prince. By the time Dragon and I discovered him, the First Prince had already suffered grave injuries," Garuda said flatly.
"A master of the sword