"Immortal... lord of a continent..."
Chewing over those two terms, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts churning without rest.
Only after several breaths did he look up and ask again, "Is the trip to the Demon Saint Palace connected to this? What exactly does the Demon Saint Palace involve?" Having pieced together much information, Qiu Yan had already realized that the Northern Julu Continent seemed to hold an extraordinary significance for both himself and Donghua. He had resolved to investigate it thoroughly.
"All who cultivate are bound by shackles." The Winged King glanced at Qiu Yan and probed, "The Imperial Preceptor's true body must possess no meager cultivation. That is why a mere wisp of will poured into this place can still wield such strength."
Qiu Yan knew that the other man was trying to ascertain his cultivation, but merely smiled without speaking.
The Winged King did not press the matter. Changing the subject, he said, "In roughly half a year, the Demon Saint Palace will descend. The certainty of that time comes from an ancient ruin. It is not knowledge exclusive to demon kings, but there is a particular period during which, if one is not within the continent, one cannot learn of it."
"So that was it..." With that single sentence, Qiu Yan realized that although he had displayed sufficient strength, his ignorance of the Demon Saint Palace had exposed some of his background from the very beginning. No wonder the Winged King had made his current decision—decisively appointing him Imperial Preceptor and spreading the state religion.
The Winged King continued, "However, though the Demon Saint Palace will descend half a year from now, reaching the place where it descends will not be easy. Even demon kings like us must set out as soon as possible, or