The Dark Emperor’s residence... Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After pressing down on the palm, the Heavenly Dao energy in his body had dissipated. He suppressed the displeasure in his intrinsic scabbard and didn’t show any signs of weakness, he lowered his head and stared at the bottomless mountain in the Dark River, the statue at the top of the mountain, and... the pitch-black temple.
Wang Baole didn’t know much about the dark emperor. There weren’t many descriptions in the dark dream. He only knew that he was the leader of the dark sect, above the nine grand elders.
