The Demon Race Has Long Since Become the Past!

Crack—!

A crisp sound, like glass shattering, suddenly rang out amid the silent Buzhou Mountains.

Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd struck that node in the void with incomparable precision.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, nor any raging tide of energy capable of destroying heaven and earth.

That cold glint, condensed from all of Yang Jian's power, was like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, instantly triggering a chain reaction!

Centered on that node, web-like cracks rapidly spread through the void.

The Great Formation of the Stars of the Heavens, which had originally operated smoothly and formed a world of its own, seemed to have had its pause button pressed at that moment.

Then, the countless flickering stellar runes began to dim at a visible rate before vanishing and dissipating one after another.

Rumble!

In merely a few breaths, this powerful restriction that had sealed the valley for endless ages, personally laid down by the ancient Demon Emperor, completely crumbled apart following a dull roar!

The dense Killing Intent shrouding the valley entrance was swept aside as though by an invisible hand, revealing the valley's true appearance.

Yang Jian withdrew his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, looked at his handiwork, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Done. Time to wrap up."

This saved both time and effort without causing too much of a commotion. Simply perfect.

He raised his gaze toward the valley.

Unlike the barren, deathly silent dark-red earth outside, where not even a blade of grass grew—

The valley was a world unto itself.

The heavens and earth here were no longer a murky gray, but an eerie dark violet.

Many strange flowers and exotic grasses unseen in the outside world grew from the ground. Though these plants were pitch-black from root to tip, they emitted bewitching light and brimmed