Rustle! Rustle!
Layers upon layers of mist continuously thickened and rippled.
Mount Xianglu, the Gallery of Shili, scenic and beautiful, leaves falling in abundance, and above that vast sky, a wide Nether River flowed slowly. The Nether River was so broad and so deep, it was like an abyss with no trace of any living creature's aura.
And in that profound Nether River, the corners of the Mountain Sea Demon Lord's mouth were slightly upturned, a faint smile on his face, looking as if everything was under his control.
He was still waiting for the arrival of his beloved wife, also waiting for her gratitude and admiration towards him.
At this moment, the whistling sound of the wind, a voice arose beside his ear.
Sorrowful, sad, compassionate, helpless.
If not the Artifact Soul of the White Jade Flyer, then who else?
"Demon Lord, the Demon Empress is already played out…"
