This was a fragment of the Demon King’s memory that was related to Lin Xitang.

That smiling man—one of such indifference that he seemed devoid of emotions—ultimately failed to live out his sixty years.

Habsburg calmed himself and looked down at his ancestral territory. His gaze scanned everything from nearby to a fair distance; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Yet, he still couldn’t forget that moment of abnormality from just now.

Habsburg sank his consciousness into the River of Blood. The waters were as calm and quiet as a mirror’s surface. The Azure King’s message had long since vanished without a trace. He stretched his perception toward the source of the river and the twenty half-floating seals gradually appeared.

The seal belonging to the Azure King wasn’t the brightest since he wasn’t in his usual active phase. Habsburg observed the seals...