A glimmer of enlightenment arose in his heart.
When he transmigrated, more than a hundred years had passed since the closure of the last Heavenly Demon Passage.
The cultivation world of the Red Flame Country had once again regained its tranquility and peace.
Thus, Shen Mo, who had not experienced such turbulence, was particularly shocked by the scene before his eyes.
The endless Heavenly Demons were like oppressive, city-destroying storm clouds; wherever they passed, whether cultivators or mortals, they would have their essence blood sucked dry and be turned into skeletons.
Is this not Hell?
The more he looked at the cruel and brutal scene before him, the more grateful Shen Mo was for the timing of his transmigration.
He did not have to experience such a cruel battlefield.
Although, in the absence of an invasion by foreign clans, cultivators in the cultivation world would still fight each other openly and secretly for various reasons, engaging in internecine conflict.
