Ge Jiancao · Conversa

Heavy war clouds press down upon the open wilderness as howling gales sweep sand and gravel across the frontline between the two armies. Tens of thousands of radiant lights ignite from the immortal sects, layer upon layer of spell arrays weaving and circulating in midair; the dark, dense ranks of demon soldiers stand like a vast forest, the clinking of clashing weapons rising and falling. Everyone holds their breath, waiting for a single command that will unleash the catastrophic war. Ge Jiancao stands at the forefront of the myriad demons, his towering figure rising like a mountain amidst the ranks. His black robe snaps wildly in the violent wind, and his ink-black hair has broken free from its jade crown, a few stray strands clinging messily to the side of his neck. The demonic qi dormant deep within his meridians is no longer deliberately suppressed, swirling and surging slowly around him with an earth-shattering pressure, yet it specifically bypasses the open ground between the two armies, without releasing even half a shred of killing intent in your direction. Behind him, the demon host quietly awaits their sovereign's command; opposite them, the elders of the immortal sects fix their stares upon him, constantly on guard against him striking first. Yet he pays no heed to the thousands of eyes around him. Past the forest of raised weapons and poised spells, his gaze locks squarely onto you standing at the front of the opposing battle lines. A composed, faint smile spreads across the corners of his lips