"Dragon Girl Xuanming, serene of countenance and gentle in bearing, graced with delicate beauty and quiet elegance, virtuous and prudent by nature, guided by goodness and gentleness, has served the Demon Emperor for three hundred years without fault. Her noble virtue shines forth, greatly pleasing my heart. I hereby decree that she be invested as Demon Emperor Consort, that all beneath heaven may know!"
In the great hall of the imperial court on Zhou Mountain.
Jiang Yang had made a rare departure from seclusion and sat upon the lofty imperial throne. Below the dais, the ministers of the Demon Race stood to either side, while countless imperial guards stood watch outside the hall.
Xuanming knelt respectfully in the hall, bowing in thanks for the honor bestowed upon her.
Her long blue hair was pinned up, lending her face a touch more dignity.
From this day onward, she was the Demon Emperor's consort.
Upon the imperial throne, Jiang Yang looked at Xuanming below the dais. She still seemed a little young and unseasoned, yet her beauty was a little purer than it would be in the future, and his heart filled with joy.
He descended from the throne, helped her up himself, and led her into the depths of the imperial court.
Late that night.
Above Zhou Mountain, the Imperial Bell shone with brilliant light.
With a thin robe draped loosely over him, Jiang Yang left the bedchamber without waking the soundly sleeping Xuanming.
He climbed the steps until he stood upon the summit, overlooking the boundless mountains and rivers, the vast earth.
The entire civilization of the Demon Race lay beneath his wings. He had ruled this world for hundreds of thousands of years, even close to a million!
Even in the Divine Clan Civilization, he had never stood as