In the magnificent palace, a circle of flickering candles was burning, and the candlelight illuminated the messy murals on the wall.

"After the princess escaped from the demon world with the relic, there has been no news. It has been more than 500 years. Now, seeing that this palace is about to collapse, my emperor, only by retrieving the relic can my demon world continue. Survive!"

The ninety-year-old man leaned on a nanmu cane that had been used for an unknown number of years, bent his waist, and said in a hoarse voice.

In front of the palace, a man in a black suit was sitting on a throne with his legs crossed and expressionless.

"I already knew about this, so what?"

"My emperor, you are the master of the demon world, do you want to watch the demon clan decline?"

The man didn't speak, but just looked calmly at the old man standing under His Highness, his whole body was awe-inspiring, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After a long time, a deep voice sounded.

"Sha Lizi, I will find it, you go down first!"

The old man looked up at him, bowed respectfully, turned around and walked out slowly on crutches.

The empty palace was dark and cold, and the peeling murals showed the glory of the monster race, the past when the monsters lived in peace...

A man in a black suit paced down the steps, looking at where the mural had last disappeared.

The beautiful princess of the demon tribe escaped from the demon world with the treasure of the demon clan, the relic, and used the energy of the relic to avoid all pursuits, and has never been heard from since.

The man stretched out his hand and placed it on the last painting.

The golden relic is covered with complicated patterns, like a dazzling sun, shining brightly.

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