Fate Rises Like Mist, worldly Affairs Like a Chessboard

Nine Nether, the source of billions upon billions of strands of demonic qi, was a dark world that never saw the light of day.

On the barren earth, a demonic peak piled up from withered bones rose from the ground, towering into the clouds, like a giant gate leading to the abyss, its end nowhere to be seen.

At the summit, Asura Demon Palace stood in silence, suffused with an ancient and primal majesty that made all who looked upon it tremble in awe.

The instant the two great Devil Lords fell into annihilation one after another, the entire demon palace erupted with heaven-flooding killing aura.

Snap!

The pitch-black bone peak shook violently, rubble rolled down, and the earth quaked and mountains swayed, as if the next moment it would completely collapse.

On the left side of the hall, a towering, mountain-like phantom gradually solidified—it was none other than the true body manifestation of the Innate Blood Demon.

"Shen Yun! I vow to draw out your soul and refine your spirit, suppress you forever at the bottom of the Blood Transformation Pool, and make you suffer the agony of ten thousand calamities with no return!"

His face was livid, dark-red demonic light constantly spraying from all over his body. Clearly, because of the humiliation of his crushing defeat, he had sunk into utter frenzy.

"Anger is meaningless, Blood Demon."

From the main seat of the great hall, a man clad in dark-gold armor spoke coldly.

He sat upright upon a throne polished from the remnants of stars, and as his eyes opened and closed, countless worlds seemed to be born and perish along with them.

He was one of the Nine Nether Masters, the Asura King.

He stroked the icy armrest, his gaze deep as an abyss. "That Shen Yun