Lie Shanwei said urgently, "Reporting to you, God Lord! A Signal Token came from the Demon Realm, saying that the Demon Lord's flesh had vanished from some of the sealed sites!"
"The Demon Lord's flesh?" God Lord Qingwei froze in surprise, then his expression changed sharply. He snapped his Folding Fan shut, rose to his feet, and demanded, "When did you receive this news? Why are you only reporting it now? How dare you dawdle over something this momentous? If the Demon Lord truly escapes, ten thousand deaths would not atone for your Lie Shan Clan's crime."
The pressure of a True God spread out. Cold sweat streamed down Lie Shanwei's forehead as he prostrated himself, not daring to raise his head.
"During yesterday's Clan Sacrifice, our ancestral Ancient Mirror suddenly manifested its power, and our clansmen in the lower realm sent a message through secret script.
"The moment I saw the runes, I hurried here without stopping, not daring to delay even half a moment. My cultivation is low, and my traveling speed is limited, so it took me half a day to reach the Divine Mountain. But—"
Lie Shanwei suddenly stopped there.
God Lord Qingwei's expression darkened. As a True God, how could he fail to know what happened on this mountain if he wished to? He looked coldly at Lie Shanwei and asked, "Did you bring your clan's Ancient Mirror?"
"I recorded the scene with a Recording Stone," Lie Shanwei replied cautiously. Although reason was on his side, sometimes reason counted for nothing.
However glorious the Lie Shan Clan's past had been, it had now fallen into decline. Before a True God, its members still had to kneel to speak.
"Give it to me!" God Lord Qingwei ordered.
Lie Shanwei hurriedly took it out and handed it