At the edge of the core district in Demon Star City's inner city.
Deep within a secluded alley, space rippled faintly like water.
Su Bai's figure seemed to condense out of the shadows, appearing there without a sound.
The distinctive azure robe he usually wore was gone, replaced by a plain gray coarse-cloth outfit commonly worn by lower- and middle-ranking Demon Race members in Demon Star City, loose and convenient for movement, utterly unremarkable.
The aura around him had been restrained to the utmost, perfectly drawn into his body without the slightest trace leaking out.
Not only that, he had deliberately simulated a faint wisp of Demonic Energy mixed with the traits of several common low-ranking Demon Race species. It lingered around him, blending perfectly with the complex scents of the alley's lower-class Demon Race settlement.
At that moment, whether in appearance or aura, he looked exactly like an ordinary Demon Race rogue cultivator of mediocre cultivation from Demon Star City. Thrown into a crowd of demons, he would not draw even the slightest unnecessary attention.
After leaving the alley and walking slowly toward the central district for a while,
Su Bai slightly raised his head and looked toward the area at the very heart of Demon Star City, shrouded in the glow of arrays—Ancestral Spirit Mountain.
Ancestral Spirit Mountain was not particularly tall.
Yet it possessed an imposing, weighty aura all its own.
Standing there, it was like the spine of Demon Star City itself.
Even across the vast distance and layers upon layers of arrays, one could sense the majestic presence contained within.
That was where Demon Star City's three great ancient royal clans—the Ancient Dragon, the Golden Crow, and the Demon Butterfly—had dwelled for generations.
It was the true core of the foundation the three great ancient