Jiang Ding walked past the Ice Phoenix Demon Lord, who was prostrate on the ground, ascended, and seated himself upon the Ice-Snow Throne that symbolized the pinnacle of power in the Western Desert Demon Race's imperial dynasty, his right hand resting on his sword hilt.
He said nothing, gazing into the distant sky, no one knowing what he was thinking.
The surroundings were utterly silent, plunged into a deathly stillness.
The Demon Race's emperor, the demon lords of the great royal clans, and the tens of thousands of demon kings and demon generals outside the palace all trembled. Boundless terror filled their hearts, yet none dared make the slightest sound.
Even their breathing unconsciously grew quieter.
Like a flock of sheep facing a bloodthirsty primordial beast, they feared that the slightest disturbance would bring the dreadful outcome of death from top to bottom.
Tu Shan! Tu Shan!
Celestial Lord, a Celestial Lord!
Ahhhhhh...
Mu Tianxue involuntarily knelt with the clustered demon lords around her. Her heart churned like storm-tossed seas, yet she did not dare step forward and recognize him as an old acquaintance.
She was afraid that he would kill her with a single stroke of his sword.
Mu Tianxue felt dazed.
Vaguely, she recalled that several centuries ago, she had possessed an avatar—no, it had not been an avatar, but her main body.
Her father had come from the Mu Clan of the Ice-Snow Hall, while her mother's surname had been Yu. To avoid being sacrificed as raw material for the direct lineage to improve their spiritual roots, her parents had paid an enormous price to send her to the Land of the Three Kingdoms, where she cultivated under the previous master of Chu Kingdom's Blood-Transforming Hall—her maternal grandfather.
That was why she had been able to bear