Qin Tian's Worries

Across the desolate, ancient land, crisscrossing ravines lay everywhere, leaving the landscape in ruins. Black hills were scattered haphazardly across the wilderness, and an aura of barrenness and death permeated heaven and earth.

Northern Wilderness Hill, the Land of Ten Thousand Graves. In the distant past, the Immortal Great Emperor had fought the Heavenly Evil God here in a decisive battle.

It had been a world-shaking war. The entire continent had sunk because of it, and the scars it left behind had endured for forty-nine thousand years without fading.

Ancient will seemed to have crossed the river of history and taken deep root in this land.

Upon an incomparably vast Black Plaza stood upright black copper coffins. Like nails, they were firmly driven into the plaza, emitting deep and eerie fluctuations.

At the summit of a mountain beside the plaza, a black palace crouched like a primordial beast. Before its great doors were three vigorous characters—Great Thousand Palace.

Within the Great Thousand Palace, rings of stone seats were arranged in the vast hall like an arena.

The closer the seats were to the center, the lower their positions and the fewer their number. Their colors progressed from gray to silver to gold.

The entire hall was exceptionally quiet. Every stone seat was empty, save for two people seated facing each other upon the golden chairs at the very center.

One of them was powerfully built, with starlight surging around him. His robes seemed inscribed with mountains and rivers, and his eyes shone like stars. Merely sitting there, he exuded an aura as though he could hold up heaven and earth.

Great Thousand Palace's Demon Slayer King, Qin Tian!

Opposite him sat an old man in black robes. His entire body radiated an air of twilight years, his flame of life