In a certain place shrouded in dark clouds, lay an abyssal ocean unseen by the light of day.
Within it, islands glowed with various lights.
These islands varied in size; some were like biting cold winds, some like wild raging flames, some like sharp golden spears…
This was an exceedingly secret place, one that not even the free winds could discover.
This was the place where the old monsters of the Demon Clan lay dormant, known as the Demon Court!
"The Human Race is making a move. It seems they want to strike at Xuan Guangqiao, who inherited the Tao Heritage from the Great Moon Saint. Shall we alter our strategy and set traps for a counter-attack?"
A will as vast as the boundless sea conveyed these words, causing ripples to spread across the abyssal ocean.
The malice of the Human Race was glaringly obvious, utterly undisguised and overwhelmingly domineering.
