His heart and lungs suddenly stopped.
But this time Liu Xianzi unusually did not lay a hand on Jiang Feng; instead, she walked towards the lake where there stood a very inconspicuous, dilapidated straw hut. Although unsure of its purpose, Jiang Feng had no choice but to follow.
"In your previous life, you were the unstoppable Demon Night True Monarch, a powerhouse of the Demon Race that echoed throughout the Cultivation World centuries ago."
"About fifty years ago, a war erupted between the Demon Race and the Human Clan, and that Demon Lord was besieged and ultimately perished in the Yellow Springs."
"After that, the Demon Lord had disappeared without a trace for thirty-three full years until seventeen years ago, when you were born."
"In a unique way, you inherited the Spiritual Energy and Divine Soul of the Demon Night True Monarch."
He silently followed behind the woman.