Published: March 2, 2025
In the Demon Realm, shaped like a hemisphere, the upper part is where the demonic clan resides, while on its back, amidst the endless Sea of Lava, stands the abode of the demon lord, the Demon Palace.
Even though Wen Yu had only been here once, the geographical environment was etched in his memory, unforgettable. Meanwhile, the spirit of the demon lord had visited countless times. Every time he created a clone, the spirit had to come here.
Although he had taken a smuggling route, the entire journey felt extremely familiar to him. Penetrating the barrier between the surface and Earth's Core, the spirit of the demon lord moved forward, gazing at the cosmic starry river above and then glancing at the distant Demon Palace, which looked like a tumor attached to the demonic clan.
At that moment, the spirit's face was devoid of expression. As the former world will of the Demon Realm, this place, which was originally his home, had been thrown into chaos by two ambitious individuals. Even now, his name, his past, had been forgotten by the world!
Once, this feeling drove the spirit to near madness, but gradually, he became accustomed to his current state. Yet, this was merely a habit, not a source of joy... Instead, it was filled with rage!
"This is mine! This is mine!!! Why? Why?"
Every time he came here, the indignation in his heart surged uncontrollably. At that moment, the spirit fixed his gaze on the distant Demon Palace, a sinister smile slowly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Your good days are over!"
He murmured, then slowly spread his arms as if to embrace the entire world.
And thus...
The winds began to stir.
The fierce winds swept across the world, and in the depths of the demonic energy at the back of the Demon Realm, it seemed that something had changed.
The spirit of the demon lord stood at the boundary of the back of the Demon Realm, a series of musical notes pouring from his mouth. The sound was deep yet resonant; these two completely opposite descriptions were insufficient to convey the complexity of the notes.
As the sound drifted farther away, it seemed to invoke an ancient war song.
Until "whoosh~~~" a sound of soft air tearing echoed. A bizarre mass of air suddenly appeared from afar, swirling around the spirit of the demon lord.
The air variant soul puppet from the back of the Demon Realm—once an extremely rare immortal pill for Wen Yu…
But it cannot be denied that for practitioners without the soul creation technique, this variant soul puppet was a deadly assassin, its unremarkable body containing enough power to bring even an eleventh level strongman to their demise!
When the first variant soul puppet appeared beside the spirit, it was as if the war drum had been sounded. In the next instant, countless air ripples swept across the sky, and the space around the spirit seemed to warp bizarrely.
This air variant soul puppet could almost be described as formless and intangible; at this moment, as the spirit's war song rang out, they moved like soldiers, obediently gathering around him.
The numbers were countless...
And this was just the beginning!
The war song grew louder, the tone more invigorating, as the spirit of the demon lord slowly stepped forward.
Thus, where the air warped, it followed the spirit's footsteps, charging towards the distant Demon Palace.
Until the scorching Sea of Lava came into view.
Until a massive head slowly emerged from the magma sea.
Until a lava giant rose from the magma sea, giving the spirit of the demon lord a standard military salute.
Until a massive flood dragon soared up from the magma sea!
The predators and scavengers of the magma sea... the devourers of the Demon Palace, these mindless biochemical creations had long been drooling over this large platter of "food," impatiently waiting…
However…
Once food, the situation now included a nail.
As he watched the approaching devourers, the spirit's expression remained unchanged, Creation Energy gently flowing from him, enveloping the body of the devourer at light speed.