The Heavenly Demon was more than just a tyrant and schemer.
Above all else, he was an actual ruler.
At this very moment, he sat upon his throne of black bones, receiving numerous guests from every corner of the demonic realm. He was the supreme judge of countless matters.
Disputes between sects, trade agreements, wars between nations, laws governing contact between mortal demons and cultivating demons… All of that, and much more, fell within the scope of his governance.
It was an ordinary day, and he listened with bored patience as two vassal demonic nations argued over control of a spiritual mining planet.
The trial was nearing its end, and the Heavenly Demon was about to declare which of the two would claim the planet.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
His eyes—with black sclera and bright red pupils—shuddered violently, and he suddenly rose from his throne.
