First Pavilion Under Heaven, within endless void. Before a massive black throne, the Night Lord stood quietly. Before him arrived two women of distinctly different bearing—the two kings of the Underworld and the master of First Pavilion Under Heaven meeting formally for the first time.
"Many thanks to Pavilion Master for lending us aid just now."
Qing Ling and Consort Luo bowed and thanked him.
"It was no more than lifting a hand. No need for courtesy."
A gentle smile appeared on the Night Lord's face. "Two honored guests have come from afar. May I ask what brings you here?"
"It concerns the contest between the two realms..."
Qing Ling's expression turned serious as she described in detail the wager between the Primeval Demonic Realm and the human race to the master of First Pavilion Under Heaven before her.
"Oh?"
After listening in silence, a strange light flickered in the Night Lord's eyes. "So such a matter exists."
"What does Pavilion Master think?" Qing Ling asked calmly.
"The human race is weak. Though ten years is not long, humanity desperately needs time to recuperate and rebuild. This wager is worthwhile," the Night Lord said with certainty.
"The candidates for saber, spear, and palm in the contest between the two realms have now been decided. Only sword and halberd remain, and suitable candidates have yet to be found. Thus, Consort Luo and I have come to ask for Pavilion Master's assistance," Qing Ling said solemnly.
"Sword and halberd."
At these words, the Night Lord's expression tightened slightly as he fell into thought.
Before him, Qing Ling and Consort Luo waited quietly without urging him.
For First Pavilion Under Heaven to have survived within the Primeval Demonic Realm until now, it surely possessed exceptional strengths. Especially this Night Lord before them—his cultivation