The scenery was picturesque, everything so delicately beautiful.
Above Mount Xianglu, layers of dark clouds had gathered unknowingly, rolling in as if a light rain was about to fall.
The Empress stood under a maple tree, her figure graceful. A profound shock was revealed in her phoenix eyes, filled with disbelief, hardly daring to trust her own sight, even thinking she might be hallucinating.
She just gazed dumbly at the figure of the Demon Lord before her.
The Demon Lord's posture was tall and straight, his ink-black hair wildly dancing, his eyes deep like the abyss, undisturbed by the slightest ripple.
Had it not been for the Demon Lord's expression, still revealing a somewhat confused and irritable state, the Empress might have thought he had fully revived.
Even so, she appeared utterly shocked, as if struck by lightning.
"How... How is this possible?!"
She murmured.
