Outside the domain, within a certain eerie and sinister great hall.
A figure shrouded in black shadows sat at the front, with a man kneeling before him.
"Master, the Demonic Battlefield should open in about half a year's time, and by then the extraterritorial passage will also be cleared!"
"Very well, I have awaited this day for long enough. Inform all races to prepare."
"This time, I will conquer the Ancient Realm in one fell swoop, turning everyone there into my slaves. There can only be success this time, no failure!"
The figure cloaked in black shadows spoke in a chilling, hoarse voice, filling one's heart with an inexplicable sense of dread.
"Yes!"
The kneeling man responded resolutely.
In some abyss within this outer domain where demonic qi lingered, a figure sat cross-legged, absorbing the endless demonic qi.
Clad in a black robe, this figure bore black brows and lips.
A mark resided at the center of his brow, it was Chong Lou, or it could be said, Xiao Chen.
