The veins of the Mortal World beneath his feet began to burn, a towering Divine Intent billowed forth, and even his voice seemed to exude a Monarch's Will that subjugated all.
"I pity your solitary survival, enduring the divine consciousness unburned under twelve scorching gold crows is indeed arduous. I spared your life, left your Corpse Demon Path undestroyed, yet now you fail to repent. Do you truly think you can deceive the Heavenly Dao?"
Facing the mighty presence of Chenghuang, Si Li looked up fearlessly, her gaze as piercing as a cold abyss, her aura as majestic as an ancient Demon Mountain, treating the divine like mud and the world like nothing.
With a light touch at the center of her brow, her blood-colored pupils turned as dark as a night sky, pitch black throughout.
Infinite darkness at the edge of the sky, like eternal night descending, a great sun dragged a dark trail, slowly suspended above the long sky.
