Chen Yindu led the group through the crowd of devils, calamities, and disasters. Although certain demon gods let out restless, low growls, with the Grand Libationer's words setting the tone, these individuals did not dare to act presumptuously.
Before long, they departed the Divine Capital.
The moment they walked out of the Divine Capital, they turned back to look, only to find the Divine Capital already gone.
That gorgeous demon city, the instant they stepped out of it, seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Yet Chen Yindu knew that the Divine Capital was hidden within the void; its root might be tucked away in a mustard seed, or perhaps concealed within some demonic flower, or even harbored inside the body of a certain ghost or monster.
The Divine Capital was likewise a target that Despair Slope sought to eradicate, which was why it needed to hide.
"Little Ten guessed that the master of the ghost hand might be my dad and mom."
The Green Goat spoke with a tone of regret, "What a pity that I didn't get to meet this person."
Chen Yindu stated, "I have seen the master of the ghost hand, and he is likely not your parents. We cannot be considered safe just yet, as the Grand Libationer has not yet made a move."
At this moment, leisurely zither music drifted over. The group followed the sound and saw that beneath a towering pine tree not far away, cranes strolled leisurely, flying in circles around the pine. Fragrant smoke curled upward below, with one boy serving incense and another boy boiling tea.
There was also an old man with frosted white hair, sitting cross-legged on the ground while lightly plucking a charred zither.
He played very slowly, the zither notes lingering and profound.
This place