Gong Shisan glanced at him, and Xuangu hurriedly fell silent.
Gong Shisan then said to Han Shi, "Deputy Sect Master Qing is welcome at the Devil Palace anytime. I've already spoken to the External Affairs Hall and the Inspection Hall. When he arrives, they'll take him straight to the Main Peak to see me."
Han Shi hastily replied, "I'll be sure to pass your message along when I return. My lord often says that the cultivators of the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace are generous of spirit."
As he left the great hall, Han Shi's steps felt almost weightless.
He had only just reached halfway down the mountain when Gong Shisan's voice suddenly came from behind him, sinister and chilling, like a cold wind burrowing into his ears:
"Tell your Devil Lord that Lin Changsheng has entered the Golden Core Realm."
Every hair on Han Shi's body stood on end. He whipped his head around, but no one was there.
"It looks like King Yanluo will become the new Devil Lord. And the Devil Lord himself should be advancing to Devil Master..."
Outside, winds and clouds shifted, but here alone, the scenery remained splendid.
Within a vast palace atop Lesser Cold Peak lay a secluded, mysterious world unto itself.
The palace doors were shut tight, wisps of spirit vein energy quietly seeping through the cracks;
yet barely ten feet in, they were forcibly driven back by an overwhelmingly intense bloody aura.
Meeting the blood, the spiritual energy actually condensed into tiny, closely packed beads of blood, which fell onto the flagstones with a "pat, pat," accumulating into a thin layer of bloodstains.
Anyone who stepped upon it would feel a clinging stickiness.
At the center of the palace, Qing Chen sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in concentration, his face taut