“Great son of the Nether Emperor, do my humble efforts meet your esteemed satisfaction?” inquired the tree demon, its voice quivering with a mix of trepidation and respect. Yet, its fear did not stem from Long Chen's presence, but rather from the weight of his exalted status.

“Don’t call me the son of the Nether Emperor. Call me the lord of the Nether Emperor. Can you not see that I am different from the sons of the Nether Emperor? I have the Nether Emperor’s supreme will on me. I don’t believe that you can’t see it.” Long Chen then took off his eyepatch and opened his left eye.

The image of the hell flower materialized within Long Chen’s black pupil, looking like the devil’s eye. But immediately after, black traces of blood quickly flowed out...