In this Demon Realm, sun and moon were never seen, making day and night indistinguishable.
The very concept of time had become a blur.
Within the Demon City, countless Demon Puppets remained, like timeless statues standing for eternity.
Even after tens of thousands of years, they still loyally carried out their mission.
In the deathly silent Demon City, only this central grand hall held any trace of life.
Since entering the hall, the True Demon had been seated cross-legged before the Heart of the Demon Realm, seemingly immersed in the peerless treasure that could control this entire world.
Xu Ning and Li Xiu sat cross-legged to one side of the hall, completely shrouded by the surging Demonic Qi.
The youth was seated below the high platform, also cultivating with his eyes closed, wreathed in Demonic Qi.
