Qing Chen paid no attention to the mountains of discarded spirit stones and exhausted powder piled around him. He merely looked at the Di Jiang Demon Banner suspended in the center of the blood hall with a touch of madness.
The faceless, eyeless demonic silhouette of Di Jiang within the banner was no longer merely a blurred phantom.
It lay quietly curled in the depths of a blood-black void, its six wings folded and its four legs tucked beneath it.
A half-spirit treasure! The Di Jiang Demon Banner had crossed that threshold!
Qing Chen reached out and grasped the banner's shaft. As his divine sense felt the terrifying power within, his mouth slowly spread into a grin, until he could no longer contain his delight.
"You old bastard Black Fox, what a fine death you died! A marvelous death!"
His strange laughter echoed repeatedly through the underground blood hall.
Just as Qing Chen was about to test exactly how much power the half-spirit treasure-grade Di Jiang Demon Banner possessed, urgent knocking suddenly came from the outermost formation gate.
Immediately afterward, Su Zixuan's divine sense voice transmission passed through the formation.
"My Lord, have you emerged from seclusion?"
"The Immortal Dynasty's Heavenly Envoys have been at Yanmen Pass for over half a year."
"They came on His Majesty's orders to proclaim an edict! Would you like to see them?"
Inside the blood hall, Qing Chen put away the Di Jiang Demon Banner.
The delight on his face at having just obtained the half-spirit treasure Di Jiang was replaced by impatience in an instant.
"Come in," he said.
Su Zixuan hurried through the blood mist and arrived at the center of the blood hall.
But the moment she stepped into the blood hall, an indescribable savage might assailed her, seemingly capable of