He was a Demon God, his face blurred, barely discernible, standing within an empty void, both hands forming a mysterious Taoist seal, with an elusive black divine halo emerging behind his head.
Gazing at the Demon God, an overpowering aura of peerless supremacy both in the heavens and on the earth directly rushed forth, shaking the very core of one's spirit.
"Who is this?"
Jiang Chen's spirit was greatly shaken, and he was unconsciously attracted to this portrait of the divine demon.
He had seen a fair share of imposing figures: from the lineage of the Upper Qing, he had witnessed the grace of the Upper Qing Saints; from the Xi Emperor's lineage, he had seen the power of leaders like Xi Emperor, Di Jun, Taiyi, Di Jiang, and others.
However, even these people, the rulers of heaven and earth from the Ancient Chaos era, lacked the charisma of the demonic god, whose face was unclear in the portrait.
"Who is he?"
