"Who's there?" Huang Xiao cried out.
He immediately looked around, trying to find whoever had spoken.
Unfortunately, the secret chamber was empty except for him.
The voice continued, audible though its speaker was nowhere to be seen.
Huang Xiao soon realized what was happening.
He inwardly berated himself for being so muddleheaded. The voice was clearly coming along with the images.
He was trapped in the secret chamber, and the voice echoed through it, seeming to come from every direction. It was difficult to tell whether the voice was real, which had made Huang Xiao grow suspicious of shadows.
He was the only person here. Who else could there be?
Huang Xiao returned his attention to the images while pricking up his ears to listen as the person continued.
"In the War Between the Orthodox and Demonic Sects, the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart. I awoke from my slumber with disjointed fragments of images lingering in my mind. I did not know who those people were, where they had come from, or where they had gone. All I knew was that I, too, seemed to have fought in that war, as a battle general under the Demon God, named Kui Yong."
At this, Huang Xiao could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
Kui Yong? Isn't that the First Demon Hall Master? Huang Xiao was deeply shocked.
Yet above Kui Yong, there had actually been this so-called Demon God. Just who was he?
"The outcome of that battle is unknown. Ancient texts recording those days are few and far between, leaving no way to investigate its outcome. I seem to have lost most of my memories and know almost nothing of what happened back then. I must have suffered grievous injuries at the time, injuries so severe that