Among the crowd were even several inscrutable old monsters of the Demon Race, clearly having reached the late stages or even the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm, who had come in person to offer their congratulations.
A rough count showed that there were no fewer than ten thousand Demon Race powerhouses within the hall!
It truly could be called the gathering of ten thousand demons!
At this moment, all their gazes converged upon the lofty imperial throne at the deepest end of the hall.
Leaning lazily against that throne was the unquestionable protagonist of the day, Demon Venerable Shao Hanyun.
She wore a crimson gown woven from Phoenix Blood Scarlet Gold blended with Mysterious Silkworm Silk. Its hem was so long that it spread across the entire flight of steps beneath the throne like blooming flowers of the Other Shore.
Every stitch and thread upon the hem shimmered with flowing light. With her slightest movements, the patterns seemed to come alive: phantoms of True Dragons roared toward the heavens, while countless demon phantoms bowed in worship.
Over it, she wore a layer of merfolk gauze, light as mist yet glittering with seven-colored starlight. As she moved, it gleamed and flowed, dreamlike and illusory.
Her slender waist was cinched by a belt woven from Flood Dragon tendons and inlaid with Nine-Aperture Exquisite Jade, making it seem even more delicate and fragile.
Her long black hair received little adornment, merely gathered loosely with a hairpin carved from Phoenix Bloodwood. A few strands fell beside her cheeks, lending her an added air of languid ease.
Her jade feet were bare, resting only upon soft velvet cushions beneath the throne.
Those exquisite feet were as white as jade, their arches graceful and their toenails tinted a faint crimson.
They appeared and disappeared beneath her