Suddenly a voice rang out.
"In the Nine Provinces, there is actually Holy Light?"
The voice seemed to come from afar, yet it was also right before the two of them.
The next second, the partially shed outer layer of the statue vanished.
In its place stood a person.
A man with a single horn on his head, quite handsome.
This man was bare-chested, his muscles shimmering in the twilight.
"Demon Lord?"
Lin Xiao felt a growing urge to devour, a voice in his mind constantly urging him to consume, to devour it all.
"A person from the Nine Provinces, possessing Holy Light, a mortal... yet carrying the aura of this Lord's other half. Interesting." The man waved his hand, and a long, black robe adorned with feathers appeared on his body. He scrutinized the two of them with arrogant eyes, then gestured.
The three of them instantly vanished from the spot.
When they reappeared, they were in a colossal palace.
Then, the man snapped his fingers, and the pitch-black palace was instantly illuminated as if it were day.
It was a magnificent palace, akin to an imperial palace. The difference was that it was larger, and the ceiling was filled with various laws, seemingly chaotic yet interwoven and flowing in a unique manner.
On the pillars lining the sides were carved not dragons, but twelve different divine beasts, including the Ancestral Dragon.
These pillars emanated a faint aura of divine beasts, as if telling Qi Tian and Lin Xiao that these were not mere sculptures, but true divine creatures.
The left wall depicted a mural of immortals descending to the mortal realm, lofty and superior.
The right wall also featured a mural, illustrating scenes of blades and fires, oil cauldrons, and torments, capturing the suffering of all beings.
At this point, the Demon Lord had already taken his seat on the dragon throne at the far end, looking down from on high.
The dragon throne was truly crafted from a five-clawed golden dragon.
He sat on the chair, lazily gazing at the two below and asked, "Seeing this Lord, why do you not kneel?"
As his voice boomed, the two figures fell to their knees with a thud.
This is...
Qi Tian's pupils contracted violently. It was almost identical to the spoken word technique, with one difference... If the Pope's spoken word technique had no effect on him, then these words uttered by the Demon Lord were like heavenly laws; he could not defy them.
Was this the power of spoken words becoming reality?
Unlike Qi Tian, Lin Xiao, kneeling on the ground, was consumed by the single word "eat." In his mind, this Demon Lord was like the most delicious food.
"Shut up..."
Lin Xiao, tormented by this voice, blurted out these words subconsciously.
Qi Tian quickly enveloped Lin Xiao with a beam of Holy Light, helping to stabilize his mind. He had sensed something strange about Lin Xiao's state earlier, and now he realized his soul was on the verge of splitting.
"Hmm?"
The Demon Lord, resting his right hand on the chair, let out a sound from his nostrils upon hearing these words. He stared at Lin Xiao, then shook his head. "Unstable soul, insufficient cultivation, yet you dare to desire the other half of this Lord's body. Now, here, you wish to devour this Lord."
"Truly ignorant of heaven and earth."
The Demon Lord said, flicking a finger.