Fang Cheng sat in the chariot, looking down at the vast, wild land below.
The Flame Lion ran through the sky at an incredible speed, comparable to the Flying Escape of a Life Soul Cultivator. The scenery on the ground flew past their eyes in a blur.
Yan Shutong sat cross-legged across from Fang Cheng, holding the Demon Fire Golden Saber. She was single-mindedly focused on refining the Magical Artifact.
The entire Xuanyu Realm gave Fang Cheng a strange sense of emptiness.
After the world had been corrupted by demons, the mountains, rivers, lakes, and trees were all black, tinged with a twisted madness. Endless Celestial Demons thrived here—slaughtering, devouring, and evolving. A chaotic demonic will roamed the land.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng's gaze shifted. He noticed a surge of concentrated Demonic Qi several hundred li to his front left, shooting up into the sky with extreme dominance.
Clearly, a number of High-Tier Celestial Demons had gathered there.
