Atop the mountain peak, the White Demon King watched the Celestial Tribulation end, a faint, kingly smile on his face. It seemed his presence today had been rather unnecessary.
But no matter. He was actually glad he had come. If a Snake Spirit like this truly succeeded in Crossing the Tribulation, then he had no doubt what the Profound Turtle had said was true—it might genuinely have posed a slight threat to him, the White Demon King.
But there was one thing the White Demon King couldn't understand. He had never met this Snake Spirit before. Even if its bloodline was noble and its potential extraordinary, what did that have to do with him?
'Could this Snake Spirit possibly come looking for trouble? Or does it hold some grudge against me?'
'It's possible, I suppose.' Along his path of Cultivation, he, the White Demon King, had come to rule this region. Countless Spirit Monsters and Demon Spirits had died at his hands, both directly and indirectly.
