The waters of the Nether River continued to flow shallowly, making a swishing sound, while within those depths, a host of Evil Gods and shadowy souls were all prepared.
Each one had a cold expression, with pallid gazes.
They lay prostrate on both sides of the Nether River, looking reverently towards Qiu Yuan Dai in the outside world, towards that noble figure.
The catastrophe had not yet arrived, the heavenly prohibitions had not yet been unlocked, and under such circumstances, it was already a quite difficult feat for the Demon Queen to step out of the mountain seas forbidden area.
It had cost the lives of too many Evil Gods and shadowy souls.
Yet even so, they bore no resentment, but remained devout, ready any time to sacrifice themselves and transfer wisps of their divine souls into the soul of the Demon Queen.
As fuel to make the Demon Queen increasingly powerful, so she could descend upon the mortal realm and slaughter all of humanity to extinction.
