The morning sun rose over the Azure Sword Sect, completely ignorant of the fact that a continent away, an ancient demonic army was currently trying to claw its way out of a frozen ocean.
Yan Shuo sat on his heated jade cushion, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of steamed lotus root.
He had spent exactly ten minutes last night calculating the threat of the First Demonic Legion. They were buried under three miles of magically reinforced ice, sealed by the remnants of the Nine-Heavens Grand Array, and completely starved of Qi. Even with the heavenly locks broken, it would take them at least three years to physically dig themselves out of the Buried Bone Sea.
Three years is a very long time, Yan Shuo's pragmatic mind concluded. That is a problem for a twenty-year-old Demon Lord with mature meridians. The current fifteen-year-old Demon Lord needs to finish his breakfast.
