The Palm Subdues the Wolf Beast, the Vine Dragon Demon Venerable

Dark clouds veiled the moon; a lone star hung high.

That Heavenly Star shone like a bright moon, its clear starlight illuminating tens of millions of miles. Mountains, bamboo seas, marshes, and dense forests alike lay bathed in its glow.

Beneath that brilliant starlight, countless demons trembled, their hearts gripped by unease.

Across tens of millions of miles, great demons stirred and sent out their divine senses. In an instant, countless phantom beasts rose above the forests and marshes.

Then they saw a white wolf howling at the moon as he raced northwest through the void. He barreled through the territories of who knew how many great demons, showing no regard for the unspoken understanding among the Demon Race.

The Demon Race might seem savage, wild, and chaotic, but that was nothing more than prejudice.

In some respects, the Demon Race valued tradition and rules even more. The boundaries between their groups were clear as the Jing and Wei rivers, and they did not lightly enter another's territory. This was their unspoken understanding.

Lowly demons and demon kings alike observed this rule. Reckless demons who knew no boundaries rarely survived long enough to breed.

Yet now, the understanding even great demons had to honor had been broken.

First a Black Bear Spirit, and now a white wolf demon. They had both reached Void Refinement—how could they still have so little sense of restraint?

Did they not know that barging through without warning could be mistaken for a declaration of war?

The great demons seethed, but they noticed the white wolf glancing back again and again, as though terrified of something.

Then they saw what had frightened him enough to break that unspoken pact: a Daoist in an azure crown and black robes.

White Wolf was beside himself with horror. He