Now, looking across the Primordial Wilderness, aside from Nuwa, the Saint personally ordained by the Heavenly Dao, he was the only Old Ancestor of the Demon Race to have survived from antiquity to the present day.
The rest of the Demon Race's upper echelon had long perished in that battle.
Not even Fuxi, Nuwa's older brother, had escaped the calamity.
Had Nuwa not stepped in to protect him, Fuxi would likely have long since suffered the annihilation of body and soul. How could he have later had the opportunity to rebuild through the Human Dao and preside over the enlightenment of the Human Race?
After that battle, Kunpeng's courage was utterly shattered, and his former lofty ambitions vanished like smoke.
Once the war ended, he completely withdrew into the depths of the Northern Darkness, shutting his doors and never emerging.
Several hundred thousand years had passed. He had never taken a single step beyond this frigid abyss, only cultivating single-mindedly within his palace, as though he had cast aside every affair of the Primordial Wilderness and no longer harbored the slightest attachment.
But just then—
A piece of news split the stagnant waters of hundreds of thousands of years like a thunderbolt!
"What? Solar True Fire has appeared on the Northern Kuru Continent?!"
Kunpeng, who had been sitting calmly atop a Cushion with a tranquil aura, abruptly sprang up and opened his eyes!
On that somewhat sinister face, his eyes flashed like lightning as they stabbed toward his adopted son kneeling in the hall, his gaze so sharp it seemed ready to bore straight through him.
If the other party showed even the slightest hesitation or evasion, the next instant would bring a fate of being smashed to pieces!
In an instant, the entire palace was filled with a terrifying