When Yun Qing entered the Divine Palace again, with the well-fed Little Radiant Chick tucked in his sleeve, he found Yun Huang reclining on the Emperor Throne, his fingertips tapping idly against its jade armrest with crisp, rhythmic clicks.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Each sound coincided precisely with an extermination somewhere outside.
His eyes were closed, his expression serene. If one ignored the terrifying pressure hanging around him, he might have been merely dozing.
For an Immortal Emperor who had once ruled the heavens and shattered stars with a finger, dealing with the "filth" corrupted by the Heavenly Demon lurking beneath the Divine Capital required neither unfathomable immortal arts nor elaborate techniques.
It was nothing but the merciless crushing force of sheer power.
The problem was that the area was too vast, and the targets too varied.
From Grand Supreme Elders hidden in secret vaults deep within the palace to a fat rat in the imperial kitchens that had drunk demonic blood, they concealed themselves in every conceivable way. Their auras were filthy, too-utterly revolting.
It was no different from making an Immortal Emperor who held the cosmos in his grasp personally sift through every grain of sand beneath every inch of a vast city, checking for poisonous insects underneath.
Was it difficult? Not in the slightest.
But it was annoying.
Very, very annoying.
Extremely, extremely annoying!
Especially when his divine sense reached three thousand zhang beneath the imperial gardens and discovered a whole group of hideous Corpse Puppets buried there, refined through secret arts and linked to the demonic qi in the earth veins.
Their bodies were hunched and twisted, their flesh an ashen, bluish black, their skin pitted and festering. Countless black curse marks writhed over them like living maggots, while foul subterranean air and demonic qi spewed ceaselessly