And in the southeastern corner of this city stood a massive mountain peak, sheer and precipitous, thrusting straight into the clouds.
Demonic qi lingered around the mountain, hazy and indistinct, and some buildings could be seen, packed row upon row, filled with an exotic air.
At the summit, a resplendent Demon Palace towered with extreme grandeur. The Magic Beasts carved upon it were brimming with malice, lifelike to the point that they seemed like guardian totems.
Above the Demon Palace, a plaque as large as a dou could be seen, with several great characters written on it in bold, dragon-soaring, phoenix-dancing strokes.
Void!
Its meaning was ancient and simple, and a faint demonic aura could be sensed flowing across it.
If an ordinary cultivator so much as glanced at it, the magic power within his body would face the verge of losing control; in the lighter cases his meridians would reverse, and in the severe ones he would suffer qi deviation and fall into demonhood.
This was the location of Void Devil Lord's lair.
Ever since Flying Heavenly Demon Ancestor had fallen, the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons had likewise been in a state of dragons without a head.
There were seven powerful beings of equal strength.
Among them was Void, whose temper was violent, and who was cruel and fond of killing.
This fellow had also been one of the earliest to descend into the Three Realms.
First, he stirred up a towering storm in the Ancient Demon Realm, and Painting Demon, one of the six True Devil Progenitors, fell by his hand.
For a time, the cultivators of the Three Realms all changed color at the news.
And as the Interface Passages gradually opened, more and more spatial cracks became available for descent. The task of invading the Demon Realm