He walked slowly down on the lightning, each step falling on empty air, tiny purple arcs of electricity surging beneath his feet.
His figure was slender, his snow-white hair falling over his shoulders, his face almost identical to Lin Shisan's.
His brows and eyes, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his jaw-even the set of his lips looked as though they had been cast from the same mold.
But he was colder than Lin Shisan.
There was no anger in those eyes, no sorrow, no surging karmic flame, only an indifference that seeped out from somewhere unfathomably deep.
He wore an ink-black robe, its hem whipping like a banner amid the wind and fire, and held a small, pitch-black cauldron in his right hand.
The patterns on its body were identical to those on the Little Black Cauldron in Lin Shisan's hand, every dark-brown line matching precisely. A dark-gold halo flowed around its rim, like a moon compressed to its utmost limit, suspended above his palm.
The Eternal Night Demon Emperor.
Gai Jiuyou's spinning head shuddered violently in midair. Her eyes fixed on the figure approaching through the lightning, her pupils contracting sharply. Her lips trembled, and even her voice changed pitch. "It... it's him... how could he have descended here..."
Three years ago, in that cave deep within the Heavenly Revelation Secret Realm, her fragment of divine sense had seen the mural on the stone wall together with Lin Shisan. Snow-white hair, a billowing ink-black robe, a pitch-black cauldron held in his hand. He stood beneath a sky full of stars, a surging sea of clouds beneath his feet and countless kneeling figures behind him.
"How could you... what kind of monster are you..."
Gai Jiuyou's voice faltered, her head trembling violently in midair.
The Eternal Night