In the far-flung void, a desolate world.
Heaven and earth are blanketed with yellow sand, indistinguishable from one another.
Song Danhao and his companions struggled against the wind and sand, standing in front of an altar at the center of the world.
Atop the altar flickered a faint yellowish light, which seemed like an elf with facial features, appearing to be an elderly figure with aged visage, only with eyes closed, unmoving as if asleep.
"This is the place of the Third Seal."
Song Danhao breathed out and whispered.
"Among the Eight Great Seals, if this one is unlocked, an eighth of my power will be restored."
He already exuded a hint of the majesty fitting for the Demon God King, a black rune shimmering between his eyebrows, giving off a mysterious and profound vibe that commanded respect simply by sight.
