Li Qianyuan

The Western Regions.

The Demon Court.

Jade blossoms and jeweled grasses bloomed through all four seasons, never fading.

Ancient cypresses and venerable pines had stayed evergreen for countless ages.

The Demon Emperor reclined beneath an ancient tree.

Suddenly.

His brow twitched.

In the distance, a figure had appeared at some point.

Once he recognized the visitor, a smile spread across his pale face. "A rare guest indeed. What brings you here? The mighty former emperor of Great Tang, sovereign of humanity, actually felt inclined to visit my Demon Court today?"

"If word of this got out..."

The Demon Emperor clicked his tongue twice.

"What would the world think of your Li Family's imperial household then?"

The visitor wore a dark green robe, his temples frosted white and his face stern.

Only his eyes were unfathomably deep.

He stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved by the Demon Emperor's mockery.

He calmly shook his head. "Emperor... is nothing but a title. I have laid down that burden and severed my worldly ties. What do Great Tang's rise and fall, glory and disgrace, have to do with me?"

At this, the Demon Emperor clapped his hands and laughed.

"Brother Qianyuan, you certainly take things in stride. Then tell me... what important business brought you across ten thousand miles of wind and sand in that failing body?"

Li Qianyuan fell silent for a moment.

He did not answer directly.

He merely raised his hand, a mass of black mist faintly swirling in his palm.

Within it, the cries of an infant seemed to rise and fade.

"I want to ask you something."

The Demon Emperor's gaze settled on the black mist, his brow lifting slightly.

"What is it?"

"Back then... when you performed the Demon Embryo Art, what exactly did you tamper