The last of the Void Demons retreated.
What appeared before Duan Mingyuan was a mountain, and a tower so tall that its top could not be seen with a mere glance upwards.
This was the throne of the Demon Ancestor, and the fear and subjugation the Void Demons felt for It were branded into their bloodlines to the extent they dared not approach the mountain range.
The current calm was a harbinger of an impending storm.
After all, he had been delayed far too long on his journey here, and it seemed that the ritual for the inheritance of the throne had already ended. Not long ago, he had sensed strong energy fluctuations coming from the top of the tower, and after that, the Void Demons he encountered along the way had completely vanished.
The situation was far from ideal.
If things had gone smoothly, he should have arrived at the top of the tower before the Dark Night Witch ascended to the throne, ending the grudge that spanned thousands of years before the Demon Ancestor's return.
