Thousands of kilometers away from the Sky Curtain Battlefield, atop a black mountain summit behind the Purgatory Family's base, a stream aglow with seven-color radiance flowed, emitting a dream-like light.
Sitting above the Seven-color Stream was a shriveled and ancient Purgatory True Demon, so old that even teeth had fallen out, with an aura feeble as a candle in the wind.
At this moment, the elderly Purgatory True Demon slightly lowered its head, its murky gaze quietly observing the flowing Seven-color Stream beneath, seemingly trying to penetrate the stream to see something beyond.
At the edge of a distant cliff, Emperor Diorus sat atop the spiked head of an ancient creature, his oppressive aura restrained, his expression cold and indifferent as he waited.
Suddenly, the ancient Purgatory True Demon slowly raised its head, its voice hoarse, "Emperor Diorus, that human has left the Human Race territorial area."
"Finally emerged, has he?"