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The distant Southern Ridge Divine Mountain.
Mountains stretched endlessly.
Peaks were stacked upon each other.
Pristine forests lush and verdant.
This is the realm of the Demon Race.
Under an ancient Divine Mountain, a robust young man clad in coarse cloth punched and killed a ten-meter-tall Bear Demon, preparing for the new day's life.
At that moment, the young man suddenly stood straight, looked towards the north, eyes flashing with a strange glint.
"This feeling is..."
The young man's expression slightly changed.
He felt a terrifying power, coming from billions of miles away in the Void, trying to pull him in.
"Could it be that Master Wei and the others plan to make a move against me?"
The young man's face looked grim: "Even having escaped to the Southern Ridge Divine Mountain to practice in seclusion, they still refuse to let me be?"
"Sikong Wuming's plan to become Emperor by Swallowing Dragon, is it truly so formidable?"
