At the mountain's peak, the Golden Winged Eagle Emperor and Golden Body Cicada Emperor stood side by side, gazing in the direction of Black Rock Valley, silent for a long time.
The wind whipped the clouds, and from the distant valley came faint sounds of flames churning, occasionally mixed with deep roars, like muffled thunder rolling through one's heart.
Finally, the Golden Winged Eagle Emperor slowly spoke, his voice low, "Fellow Daoist Golden Body, do you think that old ape can endure this Bloodline Tribulation Fire?"
The Golden Body Cicada Emperor was silent for over ten breaths before slowly saying, "It's hard to say. For us, the Demon Race, crossing tribulations is always difficult at first and easier later. As long as one can endure the first half, there is a chance to catch a breath in the latter half."
