The real world.
Within the Dragon God Sacred Land, in the Destiny Demon Realm, the Purple Golden Palace rested atop the Lesser Ninth Heaven. In its great hall, Hong Yuan, seated upon the dragon throne, slowly opened his crimson dragon eyes. A wave of purple-gold lightning erupted from the ground, spreading outwards and instantly subduing all the major powers within the Destiny Demon Realm.
DRIP-DROP, DRIP-DROP...
Hong Yuan's fingers lightly tapped the armrest. He sat leaning back against the throne, his white hair cascading freely, his eyes half-closed. His relaxed and seemingly lazy demeanor exuded a dangerously charming and sinister vibe.
He was calculating just how old the Destiny Demon Realm had become. After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, an expression of keen interest on his face.
"One year outside, three hundred years here."
"Now, it's already the three thousand nine hundredth year of the Destiny Era..."
