The Black Mountain Bear Lord's Confusion

The Western Regions, the Demon Court.

Rosy mists scattered their colors; sun and moon shimmered with light.

As far as the eye could see, there were wondrous flowers and rare herbs, slender bamboo and towering pines.

Golden studs adorned jade doors, and colorful phoenixes danced upon vermilion gates.

Covered walkways and winding corridors gleamed with exquisite workmanship; triple eaves rose in clustered tiers, dragons and phoenixes soaring upon every level.

A figure in utter disarray stumbled and tumbled into the hall.

His clothes were in tatters, his entire body bathed in blood.

Even his once-imposing dragon horns had lost their luster, resembling two withered branches.

"Your Majesty..."

Jiao Mo lay prostrate on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Where was even a trace of his bearing as a Mountain-Viewing Great Demon?

The Demon Emperor raised his brows slightly and slowly straightened in his seat.

He casually set the Cold Jade Udumbara in his hand on the jade table beside him and feigned surprise. "What happened to you?"

"Didn't you accompany that Little Sage King to Liangzhou? How did you end up in such a state?"

Jiao Mo raised his head, tears streaming down his aged face.

"Your Majesty... it's over..."

"It's all over..."

The Demon Emperor's eyelid twitched.

Inwardly, however, he already had some inkling of what had happened.

He could barely even suppress the smile tugging at his lips.

Yet his expression darkened as he snapped, "What sort of conduct is this, weeping and wailing?!"

"Explain yourself clearly!"

"Where is the Little Sage King?"

Jiao Mo swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "He's... gone."

"Gone?"

The Demon Emperor asked despite knowing the answer, "What do you mean, gone?"

"The Little Sage King... disappeared. I was locked in combat with that old Daoist, but in the blink of an eye, the