The scene before his eyes gradually became clearer.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
His battle robe was unruly, and his majestic posture seemed capable of shaking the heavens at any moment.
Each step seemed to tread upon the rhythm of heaven and earth.
He looked at Xu Zimei, and Xu Zimei looked back at him.
The other's eyes were filled with immense sentiment.
"Hello, new Demon Lord."
"Hello, former Demon Lord."
The two exchanged greetings.
"The power of the Demon Lord is like a bond, passed down generation after generation."
"Now you have reached this step, I think my Great Dao should be passed to you, it is the only thing I can leave for you."
Saying this, the former Demon Lord appeared extremely desolate.
He had inherited the legacy from the Demon Lord before him.
At that time, he was high-spirited, believing he could accomplish an incomparably great endeavor.
But later, he still died in the Heaven Challenge battle.
