The next day, beneath the dark-purple sky, atop Primeval Devil Sacred Mountain.
This was a vast, boundless platform of clouds. Dark-purple Gods and Devils aura drifted through the surroundings like a gauze veil. Beneath their feet, the sea of clouds surged like tides; above their heads stretched the deep, endless firmament, as though they stood where heaven and earth met.
The cloud platform was immensely vast, enough to accommodate tens of thousands.
At this moment, sect masters, elders, and prodigies from every faction had all taken their seats. Rows of dark-gold chairs spread outward, tier upon tier from high to low, like an inverted pyramid, proclaiming the rigid hierarchy of this place.
Representatives from the Ten Great Devil Sects, Ten Great Devil Kingdoms, Ten Great Devil Clans, and countless small and medium-sized factions packed the entire cloud platform.
Everyone's gaze, as if by unspoken agreement, was fixed upon the empty dark-gold throne at the very top of the cloud platform.
The throne had been carved from a single piece of dark-gold ore. Its back was covered in intricate ancient devil runes, exuding an ancient and imposing aura, as though a Devil Emperor who had slumbered for eternity was looking down upon every person present.
That was the Devil Master's seat.
Yet at this moment, the throne stood empty.
The Devil Master had yet to appear.
Gods and Devils Li Qingshan sat toward the left side of the cloud platform. Beside him sat Mo Lingxi and the black-robed burly man transformed from the Black Heaven Devil Dragon, while the elders and protectors of the Dark Devil Clan sat farther beside them.
Mo Lingxi had changed into a more formal black gown today. Dark-silver nether-lotus patterns were embroidered upon its hem, and the two delicate black devil horns atop her head gleamed