The Great Ruler

In a dark hall with surging darkness, a black mist was circulating, as if it could devour all vitality. It felt grim and cold.

There were layers of black seats within the hall that stretched out. There was a figure on every seat with a black aura engulfing them with a vile power that caused space to tremble.

This hall that contained a terrifying baleful aura was the Myriad Demon Hall.

In the center of it, thirty-two thrones stretched towards the side. There were also figures on those seats and the torrential demonic aura swept from their bodies, forming demonic illusions behind each of them and permeated terrifying pressures.

Under the thirty-two figures' pressures, the other figures slightly lowered their heads with revere.

There was a figure with surging black flames at the center of them. The demonic flames were as black as ink and emanated a purifying radiance at the same time. As the two currents circulated, it looked extremely bizarre.

Under the demonic flames, an indifferent gaze was directed over that caused space that was swept by the eyes to tremble.

"Has everyone gathered?" An ethereal voice resounded from the demonic flames.

Up on a demonic seat, a silhouette covered in a black robe slowly raised his head and revealed a pale face. But there was a black vortex within his pupils, looking extremely bizarre. As it spun, it permeated an indescribable mystery that would cause anyone to be lost within it.

His pupils swept a glance at that demonic flame before a smile appeared. "My Heavenly Demon Clan wasn't late."

Not far away, another silhouette said, "My Corpse Demon Clan has also arrived."

That figure was shrouded in a terrifying corpse aura that caused space to turn into ash. If Mu Chen was here, he would surely be able to recognise this figure. It was the Black Corpse Sky Monarch that made a move against him in the Lower Plane.

After him, the other figures on the seats opened their mouths. They represented the core of the Fiend Clans, the thirty-two major clans.

Thus, the demonic aura within the Myriad Demon Hall grew even more powerful.

Seeing all the Patriarchs present, that demonic flaming figure nodded his head and his hoarse voice echoed out, "Three months from now, war will take place once again during the Great Thousand Alliance Treaty."

When he spoke, all the demonic figures had a sinister light flickering their eyes that permeated a chill.

"We've finally waited for this day!" The Black Corpse Sky Monarch's chilled voice resounded and the surrounding corpse aura rumbled, before vaguely transforming into countless skeletons.

"We've waited for myriads of years. It's time for the Great Thousand World to tremble under our might!" Another silhouette said. That figure had a pair of long hands with black nails. Space was easily split by his nails, permeating a terrifying sharpness.

That figure was the Patriarch of the Blade Demon Clan, the Slaughtering Sky Monarch.

In the hall, the other figures also roared with killing intent in their voices.

That figure of demonic flame stretched out his hand, which instantly caused everyone to quiet down. That figure was the Patriarch of the Saint Demon Clan of the thirty-two major clans, the Saint Sky Monarch.

The Heavenly Evil Monarch who cost the life of the Immortal Emperor was someone of the Saint Demon Clan. This was also the reason why the Saint Demon Clan held the leadership position amongst the Fiend Clans.

When the Heavenly Evil Monarch was sealed, it was the Saint Sky Monarch who lead the Fiend Clans.

"Don't underestimate the Great Thousand World. According to our reports, there isn't any powerhouse like the Immortal Emperor. However, they still have countless experts like the Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor posing the biggest threat to my Fiend Clans." The Saint Sky Monarch's eyes flickered with black and white demonic flames.

"You've once fought with the Flame Emperor… how was he?" The Heavenly Demon Clan's Patriarch asked.

The Heavenly Demon Clan was ranked amongst the top of the thirty-two clans. As the Patriarch, he naturally wasn't weaker than the Saint Sky Monarch and was known as the Shadow Sky Monarch.

Because of his status, he knew that the Saint Sky Monarch had once fought with the Flame Emperor decades ago. But both sides kept the result a secret.

As the demonic flames in the Saint Sky Monarch's eyes flickered, he answered, "The Flame Emperor is extraordinary. He is powerful in the art of flames and has a terrifying attainment in it. Even my Saint Demonic Flames couldn't do anything about him."

The moment he spoke, everyone within the Myriad Demon Hall trembled. There was even a ripple across the thirty-odd figures' demonic images behind them.

"Not even you're able to do anything to him?" Those figures exchanged a glance as their gazes turned grave. They knew the Saint Demonic Flames of the Saint Sky Monarch. Even someone at the same level wouldn't dare to face them. But there was nothing the Saint Demonic Flames could do to the Flame Emperor?

"Looks like the Great Thousand World has some foundation… there's still the Martial Ancestor, who is known to be on the same level as the Flame Emperor. I'm afraid that he won't be an easy opponent, as well."

Hearing those words, the Black Corpse Sky Monarch said, "I've met with that Martial Ancestor. He gave me quite a bit of pressure. Even if we weren't fighting with our main bodies, I wasn't his opponent."

After a brief pause, the Black Corpse Sky Monarch swept his gaze to a corner of the Myriad Demon Hall. "It is said that in the Lower Plane where the Martial Ancestor originated from once suffered the invasion of the Yimo Clan. But in the end, you guys weren't united and failed. Now that this baleful star has reached the Great Thousand World, he poses a problem to us!"

Everyone looked at the corner and saw a demonic figure. That demonic figure was trembling and the demonic aura around him represented his fluctuating emotions.

That figure was the Patriarch of the Yimo Clan. But amongst the Fiend Clans, his position was only ordinary. There was a massive gap between him and the thirty-two clans. So he didn't dare to rebuke the Black Corpse Sky Monarch's reprimand and accepted it.

However, his heart was filled with humiliation. Dominating the Lower Planes was what Fiend Clans did, but his Yimo Clan was unfortunate with the appearance of the Martial Ancestor, who entered the Great Thousand World and became a great enemy of their Fiend Clans.

"There's no point talking about it anymore." The Saint Sky Monarch waved his hand to stop the Black Corpse Sky Monarch and indifferently said, "The Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor are a threat to us, but killing them will be easy as long as we can break our god free.

"Issue the orders. We will launch assaults at the Endless Fire Territory and Martial Realm. Hold back the Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor while we head for the seal."

"Roger!"

Everyone hollered, acknowledging the order.

"Saint Demon, although we can hold back the Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor, the seal of the Immortal Emperor still exists, sealing our god. We will be rejected the moment we approach, so how can we break the seal?" That one that spoke was a figure that permeated a demonic radiance. It was akin to a demonic ocean. That figure was the Spirit Demon Clan's Patriarch of the thirty-two major clans, the Spirit Sky Monarch.

Narrowing his eyes, the Saint Sky Monarch responded, "I already have my plans. Just follow my orders.

"All of you have to remember that this is the last chance for our clans. Although we occupy half of the Great Thousand World, we're still a foreign existence. Hence, we will be rejected by this world unless we're able to dominate it completely. Only then can we terraform the world to suit us. Otherwise, we will gradually be purified by the Great Thousand World after a myriad of years…"

Hearing those words, everyone burst out with a ferocious chill in their eyes.

"Let's go." The Saint Sky Monarch did not speak anymore. Everyone bowed towards him and left.

The thirty-two clans' Patriarchs also stood up and left with torrential demonic auras.

In just ten-odd breaths, the Myriad Demon Hall was empty. As the Saint Sky Monarch raised his head, he looked in the direction of the Great Thousand World with his eyes flickering with both excitement and insanity.

"God, the moment you return, it will be the day we step on the Great Thousand World beneath our feet!

"At that time, every single lifeform in the Great Thousand World will pay for the past 49,000 years!"