Tianjian Continent.
Chu Yuan, led by the Golden-Winged Roc, advanced through the continent.
Meanwhile.
Within a palace that floated above the firmament of the Tianjian Continent,
a middle-aged man in a black Dao robe, his face shadowy, was seated cross-legged on a cushion.
This man sat there, holding a stone that emitted a curious aura; with eyes tightly closed, he seemed to be in cultivation.
This middle-aged man was none other than the ruler of the Tianjian Continent now.
To be exact, a demon.
A Great Demon of unspeakable terror!
The demons of the Tianjian Continent addressed him as the Demon Master!
Whirr...
Suddenly,
the 'Demon Master' opened his eyes, a glint of cold fierceness flashing within them.
He turned his head towards the entrance of the palace.
In the direction of the palace's entrance was the very same way Chu Yuan entered the Tianjian Continent.
"This aura..."
