The Demonic Spirit looked at the purple stone in front of him, feeling as though his heart was resonating with it.
For a moment, his face instantly turned much more sorrowful.
"Where did you get this? Also, where is the person who gave you this? Who exactly are you?"
The Demonic Spirit could hardly believe his own eyes.
Indeed, he was born from the Demon Sword, and the stone before him was crafted by the hand of the Lord Demon God.
But ages ago, after that Deity-Demon War, the Demon God had completely fallen. It was said that a remnant soul managed to escape, but over the years, he had not sensed the presence of the Demon God.
That was enough to prove that the Demon God had likely been eradicated.
Yet now, Wang Zhan had come to him, holding a mysterious token. How could this not be shocking?
He was finding it hard to control his emotions.
Everyone present widened their eyes in amazement but nobody acted.
