The majestic palace of the Demon Venerable stood tall.
At this moment, dozens of strong demonic energies converged here, with demon emperors from various tribes arranged on both sides according to their clan's power. Each one had a solemn expression, but none could hide the restlessness in their eyes.
Chen Sheng, dressed in a black and gold brocade robe, sat atop the Yin-Yang jade throne, surrounded by a faint Yin Yang Qi that caused the demonic energy circulating in the hall to automatically settle.
Having just returned from the Ten Directions Illusion Sea, a layer of frost condensed between his brows. As his gaze swept over the demon emperors below, it was as if cold stars fell to earth, quietly bringing the discussions in the hall to a halt.
Chen Sheng's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of each demon emperor:
