When Su Che saw the figure before him, he stopped short.
The phantom twisting high upon the jade throne carried a chill that could freeze everything—and something harder to describe... a sense that all things had been turned upside down.
That was no True Immortal.
Su Che was certain of it.
If the immortals and gods of the Ancient Heavenly Court had all looked like this, the world would have become a Demonic Domain long ago.
It was a gaunt figure in ceremonial robes, seated on a towering jade throne. The long backrest rose like a mountain peak toward the hall's vaulted ceiling, as though it stretched into infinity.
The backrest was carved with the stars of the heavens. Its material gleamed like jade, radiating an aloof sanctity.
It stood in stark contrast to the figure seated upon it.
The figure high on the jade throne was still human in one half of his body, though his features had blurred. The other half was a phantom.
That half was a shadow glimmering with countless ghostly green pupils: pairs upon pairs of eyes, filled with greed, thirst, and the desire to destroy everything.
Su Che could not imagine how many Heavenly Demons had to gather in one place to form such a sight.
A million? Ten million? Or was it beyond counting altogether?
The pressure descending from above alone felt to Su Che much like the Heavenly Demon Raincloud wielded by the Heavenly Outer Calamity Demon in the Void Corridor.
Among Heavenly Demons, this being would rank at least at the level of a Heavenly Outer Calamity.
No. Even sealed beneath layer upon layer of freezing cold, he still possessed such terrifying force. He must far surpass that level.
How could an old monster of this caliber be hidden in the