The Demon Suppression Emperor had returned.
Besides the Five Emperors and One King, no one else in the world was alerted.
In the time that followed, the Demon Suppression Emperor made no appearance in the mortal realm. He seemed to be lying dormant, gathering his strength and waiting for the storm to break, and thus had little impact on the state of the Divine Wilderness.
If there was one change, it was that the demonic nature of his former corpse, kept within the Da Li Imperial Palace, suddenly vanished one day.
It was as if an invisible hand had erased it.
This brought Zhou Heng, who had been fraught with worry, to tears of gratitude. He knelt in the Grand Ancestral Temple, kowtowing endlessly.
Time slowly passed.
In the blink of an eye, nearly another month had passed.
"ARGH! DAMN IT! I was so close, so close!"
