At the same time, in the Demon Realm.
Goose-feather snow drifted down from the sky, and heaven and earth were wrapped in silver, water and sky one color, as if even the demonic energy permeating the world had turned milky white.
This was a boundless Ice Plain, vast to the extreme, and at its farthest end stood a stretch of jade towers and halls like a Crystal Palace.
Now, the flames of war had been lit across the Three Realms, and the unlucky ones were not only those in the Spirit World. Many Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons had also descended upon the Ancient Demon Realm, rampaging everywhere.
Yet this Ice Plain had not been affected, and remained as tranquil as before.
It sounded somewhat inconceivable.
But if one understood the reason, it was not strange at all.
Because this was the blessed grotto-heaven of the Bingpo Progenitor.
Bingpo, one of the nine True Devil Progenitors. Though she was a woman, her Supernatural Powers were powerful to the extreme. After so many years had passed, no one knew what realm she had cultivated to.
One could not speculate too much, but calling her the number one person of the Demon Realm would not be wrong.
Yet such a terrifying ancient devil looked no different from a human young woman in the prime of youth. At this moment, she was in a garden.
Unlike the flowers and grasses outside, all the plants here seemed as if they had been cast from cold ice, exquisite and unique.
They looked somewhat bizarre, yet beautiful to the extreme.
A silver-haired woman was tending the flowers and trees. Her feet were bare, stepping on the ground, yet she did not seem to feel the cold in the slightest.
Though she possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms