The center of the Imperial Palace.
The palaces here were exceptionally majestic, scarlet flames burning year-round without ever ceasing.
This was Flame Stone Great Emperor's residence.
Though he was not here, no one dared overstep their bounds—not even imperial sons and daughters—because this was where the Great Emperor's authority lay. No one dared treat it lightly.
Today, Flameflow Imperial Heir respectfully entered this palace and sat somewhat stiffly upon a smaller flame throne beside the towering Flame Throne.
Beside him, upon the true Flame Throne, sat a slightly illusory, flame-wreathed one-horned giant.
This was Flame Stone Great Emperor's projected avatar.
Before the two of them, an image replayed over and over. Within it was a blood-robed Daoist, traveling through Mountain-Quelling Sect and various minor realms. Pretending it was unintentional, he had concealed Purple Stone True Person with the utmost care, disguising him as the chieftain of a small wood demon tribe. Both his identity and memories were flawlessly crafted.
Mountain-Quelling Sect's previous previous sect master, Hardstone True Lord, had also been secretly exiled by the blood-robed Daoist beyond the Yellow Sand Minor Realm and sealed away, only to return to the minor realm several centuries later.
Everything had been ingenious, hidden, scattered, and concealed. Even if a King-rank Imperial Heir personally came searching, he would likely find nothing.
Yet every last detail was laid bare before Flameflow Imperial Heir's eyes, without the slightest blur.
If he wished to execute these last two seeds of Mountain-Quelling Sect, it would take no more than a single command—effortless as blowing dust away.
This was the Great Emperor's mighty power!
Wherever his gaze fell, all demons and specters had nowhere to hide, and he looked down upon every facet of the mortal world.
"What are your thoughts?"
Flame Stone Great Emperor's voice was low,