He just stood there calmly, the void around him rippling with subtle distortions, as if he were a walking singularity in spacetime.
"Congratulations, Lord Demon Saint, on reascending to the Saint Realm!" Fu Yan and the other Demon King leaders bowed in unison, their voices filled with irrepressible excitement.
Wujing Demon Saint—now, he was truly the Wujing Demon Saint.
His calm gaze swept over them, and all who met his eyes felt as if their very souls were being pierced.
He gave a slight nod. His voice was deep and clear, each word seemingly carrying the weight of cosmic law. "The years of hiding end now."
He paused briefly. An intangible pressure descended, making the entire underground space so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Summon all divisions. Begin final preparations according to the highest-level protocol of the Celestial Fall Plan."
"The true, full-scale invasion begins in ten days!"
