Shushan, Crimson Cotton Peak.
Ever since the Demon God's resurrection, there had been a period of widespread panic. But after the human race and the Demon Race signed an alliance pact and decided to remain friendly forever, the lands of the Nine Provinces gradually prospered once more.
At first, some people worried that this was merely the Demon Race's delaying tactic, that the Demon God would sooner or later emerge and destroy the Four Seas and Nine Provinces. They wished they could drag their whole families into caves to hide, terrified of being hauled out and eaten by demons.
But as time passed, everyone slowly realized that the world had not changed at all. It seemed no different from when the Demon God did not exist.
Had the Demon God come?
It seemed he had, yet it also seemed he had not.
Had he come or not?
No one could say for sure.
The Demon Race from the far western lands had migrated to distant Penglai in the East Sea. To ordinary people, it was all the same—they would never come into contact with either. Other than certain "natives" who had once lived there, no one seemed to care about this change.
Some attentive disciples of immortal sects noticed that those "natives" who had once lived in comfort and luxury in Penglai now seemed to be scattered throughout the human realm. If there was any pattern to it, it was that wherever Crimson Cotton Peak had businesses, they could be found there.
After losing the support of the three lower sect islands, the Penglai disciples had no choice but to obtain resources by working jobs. Only then did they understand that nothing came easily.
That day, the brothers Yang Shenlong and Yang Yuhu arrived at Crimson Cotton Peak's council hall.