Infiltrate the Netherworld for Punishment!

Before long, a towering immortal palace leapt into view—

Its halls rose in layer upon layer, stars caught upon its upturned eaves, and glazed tiles reflected the flowing radiance of the Milky Way. Ancient majesty radiated from it, too imposing to meet with one's gaze.

This was their destination: the True Martial Immortal Palace.

The True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor resided in this palace. Yet it lay hidden deep within the heart of the starry river, usually concealed amid star-mist, its whereabouts difficult for ordinary Immortal Gods to find.

For the Emperor guarded the Northern Heavenly Gate year-round, commanding the True Martial Army and holding fast against the Northern Kuru Continent, where the Demon Race had entrenched itself—using force to suppress the border and might to quell chaos.

When the Demon Race's Heavenly Court had collapsed, all its remaining forces had fled into the Northern Kuru Continent and gone to ground.

Though the Witch-Demon War had grievously depleted the Demon Race's strength, it had not exterminated them completely—

Of the Ten Demon Saints, several still remained. And there was an Old Ancestor who concealed himself deeply: Kunpeng.

Once the Demon Race's State Preceptor, he was now the true pillar holding steady the Northern Kuru Continent.

He was the sharpest blade hanging above the Heavenly Court's head.

Haotian had lost count of how many times he had considered how to remove this thorn in his side.

Yet ever since the war's end, Kunpeng had remained in Closed Door Meditation, cowering in the heart of the Northern Kuru Continent without revealing so much as a single flaw.

Though Haotian possessed a thousand schemes, he had nowhere to place a piece.

Besides, Kunpeng was an old titan who had attained the Dao when the Primordial Wilderness had first opened. The depth of his foundation