Within a demonized primeval forest.
Towering, ancient trees shot up from the ground everywhere. Although their canopies were so dense that no light passed through, the trunks below were sparsely spaced. Each tree occupied about an acre of land, its branches only beginning to sprout over a hundred feet from the ground. The trunks themselves were so colossal that a person standing beneath one was like an ant.
A chilling verdure assaulted the senses, and the deeper one went into the woods, the darker it became.
A middle-aged man in a dark gold robe stood beneath a tree. Although his features were unremarkable, he exuded a majestic and noble aura, an air of disdainful pride.
This man was none other than the Profound Celestial Demon Marshal, Senluo.
He gazed into the depths of the forest and said lightly, "Since you're here, you might as well come out."
An aura quietly descended.
Beneath a towering tree nearby, a tender green twig rapidly sprouted from the soil.
