A gentle breeze swept across ten thousand miles of open sky.
The towering demonic aura that had shrouded Azure Luan Mountain had now returned to dust with the rain of blood.
Such earth-shaking commotion naturally alerted the many Demon Emperors entrenched deep within Spirit Mountain at once.
Deep among the peaks, where clouds and mist wreathed the landscape,
a solitary peak rose straight into the heavens, shaped like a keen sword, its momentum like rushing thunder.
Jagged rocks crowded its summit, and ancient pines hung over the precipices.
A man dressed in pale blue robes patterned with clouds stood with his hands behind his back, gazing impassively at the blood-red moon fading in the distance.
His appearance was rather unusual.
His face was like flawless jade, his eyes like bright stars, yet an unmistakable killing intent showed between his brows.
A faint marking shaped like the character for "king" flickered on his forehead, lending him an even greater air of majesty.
This demon was Demon Emperor Taiyuan, the overlord who presided over the Fourth Cave among Spirit Mountain's Seventy-Two Caves.
Though he ranked fourth, beneath others,
no one in Spirit Mountain dared underestimate him.
His origins were extraordinary: he was a descendant of the ancient divine beast White Tiger, possessed of a noble bloodline and dominion over slaughter.
Had he not been so proud and aloof, disinclined to compete for empty prestige with those common demons who knew nothing but fighting for supremacy,
he might well have claimed a seat among the top three.
At that moment,
Demon Emperor Taiyuan stared impassively toward Azure Luan Mountain, his eyes gleaming with a dim light.
They were filled with gravity.
"Blue Fox... died?"
Though he had always despised Blue Fox's groveling, servile manner, the fellow had nonetheless been a genuine Tower-Climbing Realm