In cultivation, years pass like moments. In the blink of an eye, thirty years had gone by.
Since the last Demon Hunting Festival, Qingyang Immortal City had not organized one for three consecutive sessions.
It was said that the Unparalleled Demon King in the Netherworld Mountain Range had formed a faction.
It was named Purple Thunder Cliff.
Using his status as the Unparalleled Demon King, he attracted a Demon Army and had made quite a name for himself over the years. It was rumored that there were several Demon Kings within Purple Thunder Cliff.
The Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect had repeatedly entered the Netherworld Mountain Range, attempting to crush this faction.
However, Purple Thunder Cliff had no fixed Mountain Gate. And somehow, the Demon Race always received news in advance. Whenever the Nascent Soul True Monarchs entered the mountains, the demons would scatter and disappear.
