Kong Ling's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from an instinctive, uncontrollable excitement.
That excitement surged up from the depths of its bloodline, burning along its meridians all the way to the tips of every plume, causing the five-colored radiance around its body to flicker uncontrollably.
From afar, it looked like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
It held its head high, its gaze fixed firmly toward the Central Region.
Within its pupils was reflected the dark-red demon cloud beneath that distant sky.
To others, the shape of that rolling demon cloud was merely a blur of Chaos, but in Kong Ling's eyes, it was as clear as a totem carved into its bones and blood.
That trembling from the depths of its bloodline, that oppressive sensation perceptible even across tens of millions of miles—only one being could cause it.
No, only one being was worthy of having all demons bow in homage.
Who?
Demon God Kong Fang!
Kong Ling secretly chuckled to itself, unable to resist giving the plume crest atop its head a shake.
That ancient ancestor, before whom even the Phoenix had to lower its head and behave obediently, had indeed arrived.
Not only had he arrived in the Central Region, he had no intention of concealing his aura. He had brazenly spread his demon aura across the entire sky.
With such a huge commotion, it seemed he had no intention of hiding anything.
Thinking about it, that made sense. Given the ancestor's status, sneaking around in the shadows would only lower his standing.
Now this was going to be entertaining. Between humans and the Demon Race, there would likely be a final reckoning.
One had to know that last time, before the Heavenly Origin Realm had even fallen into disaster, it had taken the