In the blood mist above the frigid pool, every bone in Chu Zhaoran's body screamed! A thirteen-day countdown to death seared across his vision, while the Immortal Realm treasure stolen by his fiancée triggered golden demonic markings beneath his skin. As the remnant soul of a demonic cultivator roared its way out of the dungeon, the System suddenly flashed a crimson warning: [First-generation Immortal Emperor possession program detected]. Grinning, he swallowed his last Blood Marrow Pill. Amid the thunderous collapse of the forbidden grounds of the Su Nu Palace, he grabbed Lin Qingyue by her bloodstained hem. "How about we... cook the Heavenly Dao?" The envoy who welcomed souls to the Upper Realm would forever remember that day: the mortal boy stood upon a Yin-Yang formation, while ten thousand heavenly demons behind him chanted in unison: "Welcome our lord back to his throne!"
