In the dark of night, within the towering and magnificent Three Emperors Hall, Ning Chen gazed at the three emperors' foremost throne ahead and stepped forward.
Demonic Emperor Kunyi, the true emperor of the Devil Race, bore the fortune of the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan upon himself. He was the strongest Imperial Dao Supreme Being in the Primeval Demonic Realm; even the two demonic emperors, Qiyao and Bahuang, fell a notch short of him.
Below the imperial throne, Ning Chen looked at the lofty seat above him, and his advancing steps grew increasingly difficult.
A single imperial throne possessed such astonishing oppressive force. Kunyi, the strongest emperor in the world, was unfathomable.
The power to mend the heavens—how terrifying it was. Far surpassing the other emperors of the mortal world, and now that the foremost emperor of the Devil Race was absent, it had given Marquis of Knowing Fate his only chance to set foot here.
Around the imperial throne, violet-black fortune swirled. Imperial Might permeated the air, tyrannical beyond compare. The closer he came, the harder it became to endure.
Marquis of Knowing Fate, the child of misfortune in the mortal world, had battled without rest throughout his life. His hands were stained with the blood of people across the world; whether within the realm, beyond it, or in the Primeval Demonic Realm, none had been spared.
Yet, having endured suffering and pain that ordinary people could not experience in an entire lifetime, Marquis of Knowing Fate's resolve had reached a terrifying level. Even overwhelming Imperial Might pressing upon him could not halt his footsteps.
Beneath the Imperial Might, cracks began to appear across Ning Chen's body. Blood seeped out, staining his plain robes red drop by drop.
The agony was so clear, yet Ning Chen seemed not to