Qingyi remained floating high in the skies for a long moment, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back as he reflected.
The icy winds of the high altitudes lashed against his robes, yet he seemed oblivious to it all, lost deep in his own thoughts.
He had already studied, with meticulous care, a map of the Heavenly Demon's palace, known to many as the Black Palace.
That map had been drawn at the cost of countless spies' lives, detailing with impeccable precision even the deepest reaches of the palace.
The only unknown region was the Heavenly Demon's personal vault. Even so, the Fate Readers had already confirmed that it was there he kept the body of the Divine Sword Fairy.
Qingyi would press forward with that location etched into his mind, teleporting straight into the most heavily guarded heart of the entire Demon Empire's territory, slipping past formations designed to shatter even celestial emperors.
A single mistake, and it would be the end.
