A vast, majestic pressure rose from the palace at the center of Luo God City. It was a terrifying pressure far beyond that of an Earthly Sovereign, like the boundless might of Heaven itself.
Luo Tianshen, who was holding a teacup and living in semi-retirement, suddenly trembled. Tea spilled out and soaked his clothes, but he remained oblivious as he turned and stared fixedly toward a certain secluded cultivation chamber.
That had originally been his cultivation chamber, the place in all of Luo God City with the most abundant spiritual energy. When he passed the position of clan leader to Luo Li, he had passed it to her as well, and Luo Li had then given it to Mu Chen to use.
"He succeeded... He really succeeded... A Heavenly Sovereign at such a young age—there could not have been many like him even in the history of the Great Thousand World." Luo Tianshen sighed.
Then he praised her once more in his heart: My Luo Li really has excellent judgment!
He rose from his chair, transformed into a streak of light, and flew toward that location.
Li Xuantong, who was organizing the guards' defenses atop the city walls, narrowed his eyes and looked toward the center of Luo God City.
Everyone felt that terrifying pressure. Even battle-hardened soldiers who could remain calm before armies of thousands could not help trembling now, as fear rising from the depths of their souls flooded their hearts.
The entire Luo God City seemed to have been frozen in place. Whether alarmed, confused, or awestruck, everyone looked toward the same spot.
"This... this is..."
Li Xuantong waved his hand. "Don't panic. He's one of us..."
"That Demon Slayer King?"
Li Xuantong did not answer. His expression was somewhat complicated as he circulated his spiritual energy