Moon Chan and the Witch were shaking with fear, one on the left and the other on the right, tightly clutching Li Fuyan Luo's arms. Had they not, they would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Everything they had witnessed today was too terrifying, beyond their wildest imagination—utterly appalling. Li Fuyan Luo's expression remained unchanged as she led them forward.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the deserted palace complex. It was ancient, world-weary, and compelling, making Butcher and the others shudder, their Divine Souls trembling.
"Pilgrims should be devout and sincere, kowtowing with every step. You desire an audience with me, so why do you not kneel?"
"Who is this?" Butcher asked in horror.
Li Fuyan Luo didn't answer, but a single word came from the voice:
"Emperor!"
