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Leon was truly astonished as to why this blue butterfly was guiding him to the Hall of Glory.

"What does this butterfly want? Why is it leading me here?" Leon pondered in confusion as he watched the blue butterfly before him, still circling around the gate of the Hall of Glory.

Leon, of course, did not immediately enter but instead waited quietly.

Before long, the blue butterfly flew inside, prompting Leon to follow without hesitation.

Having entered once before, he found himself lacking the same curiosity he had experienced during his initial stay in the palace.

Contrary to his expectations of finding records spanning 7,000 years of history, the hall was merely adorned with paintings of Demon Emperors from each era, leaving him rather disappointed.

However, the moment Leon stepped into the Hall of Glory, his formerly indifferent and calm expression underwent an abrupt 180-degree transformation.

Shock, astonishment, and disbelief washed over his handsome features, as if he had just witnessed a ghost.

"What! No way... Is this truly the Hall of Glory!?" Leon exclaimed in surprise, recoiling in horror.

In his current perspective, the Hall of Glory appeared notably distinct from his previous visit.

Adorning the expansive walls to his right and left were still the paintings of demon emperors from various eras.

In the far right corner hung Liliana's portrait, positioned adjacent to that of Gerald Crimson, the Demon Emperor of the previous era, and so on.

The arrangement mirrored precisely what he recalled from memory.

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However, a notable difference from his memory caught his attention: towering statues now stood before each of the Demon Emperors' paintings.

Each statue in the hall was depicted in a stance of reverence, with one leg bent and the head bowed, as if paying homage towards the end of the hall.

Upon closer examination, Leon realized that these statues mirrored the appearances of the Demon Emperors depicted in the paintings behind them!

As Leon witnessed this eerie scene, goosebumps prickled his skin, and a creeping sense of fear enveloped him.

The sight of the statues of the Demon Emperors, including Liliana, all performing this one-legged bowing motion was beyond anything Leon could have imagined.

If news of this spread throughout the demon race, it would likely incite immediate rage and madness.

After all, the status of the Demon Emperors in every era was considered sacred, even when depicted in their statues!

"No, I don't recall there being such enormous statues before," Leon muttered, rubbing his eyelids in disbelief, fearing that he might be dreaming.

However, despite rubbing his eyes a few times, the sight did not vanish, confirming that he was not dreaming.

"So... this isn't a dream, but reality?" Leon's heart raced with the realization.

Scanning the entire Hall of Glory once more, he noticed that all the walls and accessories had changed, a stark contrast to his memory.

"Was what I entered back then not the Hall of Glory, but another hall?" Leon speculated, but quickly dismissed the thought, shaking his head.

"No... Despite the changes and the addition of huge statues, these paintings and halls are still very familiar to those in my memory."

Just as Leon was pondering and digesting the scene unfolding before him, the blue butterfly in front of him slowly began to flutter again, leading deeper into the hall.

Noticing its movement, Leon hesitated briefly before ultimately deciding to continue forward, following the butterfly.

Despite his doubts, curiosity compelled him to wonder about what lay at the end of this Hall of Glory, even though he recalled that there was nothing of interest there previously.

Yet, witnessing the Demon Emperor statues assume a pose of bowing with one leg and their heads respectfully inclined towards the end of the hall reignited Leon's curiosity instantly.

Furthermore, the significance behind this blue butterfly guiding him seemed far from simple.

It occurred to Leon that perhaps the purpose of its guidance lay at the end of this Hall of Glory.

With cautious steps, Leon followed the butterfly, his attention alternating between his right and left sides.

To be honest, he still hadn't fully processed the scene before him.

All the statues of the Demon Emperors, each bowing with one leg and head lowered in a salute, appeared distinctly out of place.

After all, though Leon couldn't recognize or name every single one due to incomplete historical records, these Demon Emperors were revered figures in the entire Demon race.

Suffice it to say, they were figures who stood at the pinnacle of their respective eras, capable of contending with the three heroes of their time.

"Did Liliana place these statues?" The thought crossed Leon's mind fleetingly, but he quickly dismissed it, denying any connection.

Liliana held great respect for her ancestors, making it unlikely for her to create and position their statues in such a manner.

Leon proceeded to walk at a slower pace, intending to carefully observe each statue of the Demon Emperors.

Suddenly, his steps halted at the painted portrait of Jared Crimson on the right, along with his statue, which also bore a respectful expression.

"Jared Crimson..." Leon approached, murmuring in a soft tone.

During his first visit to the Hall of Glory, he hadn't paid much attention to Jared Crimson's painting.

Now, for the first time, he could clearly see the face of the demon who created the ten ancient poisons, also known as the Lord of Poisons.

After a few moments of contentment observing Jared Crimson's painting, Leon finally tore his gaze away and resumed his walk in the direction of the blue butterflies, which had flown deeper into the Hall of Glory.

While continuing to observe the paintings of the remaining Demon Emperors, Leon once again halted his footsteps upon seeing the painting of Morgan Crimson, the final portrait of the Demon Emperors.

"Even the statue of Morgan Crimson adopts a gesture of respect like this..." Leon frowned as he peered into the darkness ahead, which remained obscured by the naked eye.

He recalled that during his last visit, there should have been a large wall at the end of the Hall of Glory.

Yet now, the wall had vanished, replaced by an expanse of endless darkness.

"Could there be another room hidden away?" Leon pondered deeply.

Although the darkness seemed impenetrable and the end appeared elusive, Leon ultimately resolved to venture deeper.

Yet, as he took only a few steps, suddenly, in the darkness at the end of the Hall of Glory, two flaming torches appeared on the right and left walls.

*Sssh!*

The two torches ignited, casting a faint light that partially dispelled the surrounding darkness, startling Leon.

Before he could react, two more torches lit up simultaneously.

Ultimately, like a catalyst, numerous torches were ignited along the length of the end hall, dispelling the darkness entirely.

As the last torch was lit, Leon could finally discern what lay at the end of the hall, surprising him greatly.

"What!? A sword?"

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