Thud, thud, thud...
Heavy footsteps echoed through the dark palace.
At last, led by six demonic puppets, Sikong Jing arrived before a great door at the center of the palace.
At that moment, the six War Puppets stopped at the same time and took positions on either side of the door.
The intact demonic puppet spoke mechanically, "Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, Lord Black Demon is inside. Please enter."
Sikong Jing stared into the equally dark doorway and, without further thought, stepped inside.
Then, with a buzzing boom, white light flared up within the doorway.
In an instant, it illuminated everything inside clearly. What lay before him was an ordinary-looking council hall.
The light came from the foremost position. There stood a white barrier, and within it sat an elderly man dressed entirely in black, cross-legged.
The old man's eyes were tightly shut. He showed no response, merely sitting there in lifeless stillness.
"Lord Black Demon..."
At that moment, Sikong Jing released the spirit shadow of the Two-Horned War Demon Tiger. The instant it saw the old man, it cried out.
It could not help pouncing forward, yet it could not break through the white barrier surrounding the old man.
At this point, Sikong Jing naturally confirmed beyond doubt that the black-clad elder before him was the legendary Black Demon—the one who had created the Pure Spirit Heart, allowing one to enter demonic cultivation without losing one's mind; the one who had created the Desolate Sea Absolute Formation.
And he should also have been the one who stole the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison from the hands of the Five Heavenly Emperors...
Yet the situation before him was obvious. Black Demon was dead, and he had been dead for who knew how many years.
Sikong Jing clenched his fists tightly...