In the Purple Star Starfield, above three divine suns, the Underworld Continent stood, its ten halls towering majestically into the clouds.
Within Yama King's Hall, Ning Chen stood quietly, looking at Jun Wentian's corpse and the Moon Demon Divine Artifact lying on the ground before him. A faint, complicated melancholy stirred within him.
Jun Wentian had undoubtedly been one of the foremost powers in the Demon Palace. Aside from the Devil Master and the current Demon Palace Holy Master, Jun Wentian had been their greatest threat.
Yet no one had expected such a powerful figure to die at the hands of his own people. It was truly ironic.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, it is time for you to honor your promise."
At that moment, a familiar voice came from the Scroll of Chaos. Across an endless distance, the Moonlit Tower Master sent a voice transmission.
"The Tower Master's news truly travels fast. You already know Jun Wentian has fallen into my hands," Ning Chen replied blandly.
"To glimpse the affairs of the world—is that not the greatest use of the Scroll of Light? Marquis of Knowing Fate, this Tower Master awaits your arrival." The Moonlit Tower Master's voice sounded once more from within the Scroll of Chaos, then fell silent.
Ning Chen remained silent. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh and stepped forward. Wind and snow swept up, gradually swallowing Jun Wentian's body.
Two breaths later, the wind and snow dispersed. A demonic eye, shrouded in a faint glow, appeared in Ning Chen's hand. Its overwhelmingly powerful aura still made one's heart tremble, unchanged in the slightest by its master's death.
Turning, Ning Chen left the hall. Before the royal hall, his figure flashed and shot toward the starry sky.
At the border between the Purple Star