Meanwhile.
Within the Dark Moon Directorate.
As one of the leading powers of the Primordial Sea, standing alongside Wutong Mountain, its reserves were equally unfathomable.
Though it was a Demon Race sect.
Its territory showed none of the foul, demonic haze one might expect.
Instead, immortal mountains rose everywhere, shrouded in radiant auspicious qi.
Faint, ethereal melodies of the Great Dao drifted through the air, lending it an atmosphere more befitting immortals than even countless orthodox human factions!
And at that moment.
Inside the Dark Moon Main Hall, Director Lu Fengsheng paced before his elevated seat, clad in silver-white robes, his handsome features tinged with gloom.
His expression was grim, and surging killing intent churned between his brows.
That was only natural.
Anyone who emerged from secluded cultivation only to learn that the deputy director they had sent to deliver congratulatory gifts had been slapped to death would probably be furious enough to have veins bulging.
Especially when that person led one of the Star Sea's foremost forbidden lands!
But Lu Fengsheng was deeply calculating and did not let too much anger show.
Because there was something far more terrifying at hand than the death of a deputy director.
"Whew..."
Lu Fengsheng drew a deep breath and looked outside the hall.
From what he had sensed, the vast wave of grief that had swept across the entire Star Sea, causing even the Great Dao to mourn... had most likely been triggered by the death of the Divine Lord Lihuo!
Yet he found it truly difficult to believe.
That old rival, who had been virtually invincible in this Star Sea, could have fallen so easily.
He was more inclined to believe that this was some earth-shattering conspiracy Wutong Mountain had devised for an unspeakable purpose!
"Have you found out?"
Lu Fengsheng