A full cycle of the four seasons had passed since the enigmatic Sky Demoness forged her pact with Tyler.
It was less of a simple alliance and more of a binding covenant—she had pledged her immense resources and formidable presence to his cause, and in return, he was to pave her blood-soaked path to the seat of the Patriarch within the illustrious Murong Clan.
Over these past twelve months, witnessing the grand design taking shape before her very eyes, she had gradually come to comprehend the sheer, heaven-defying magnitude of Tyler's ambitions.
The myriad floating platforms suspended in the air, glowing with profound runic inscriptions, made his intentions glaringly obvious to anyone with the eyes to see. He was not merely forging a magical treasure; he was constructing an edifice that would overturn the very laws of this mortal realm.
