Demon Realm Borderlands.
Countless eyes across the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms were almost entirely focused here.
Many audacious cultivators had even come here to livestream, while others had come to hunt for treasure and rob tombs.
"Brothers, today we've arrived at the Demon Realm battlefield. Of course... this is only the outermost perimeter... A little Nirvana Stage cultivator like me wouldn't dare venture deeper inside. I heard immortals once fell here. I wonder if it's true. If it is... I might just obtain an immortal's inheritance."
Above the endless ruins, a young man was livestreaming. A battlefield livestream of treasure hunting, and the key was that countless people were watching—his livestream room casually drew hundreds of billions of viewers.
Don't ask why there were so many people. In the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, idle people were never in short supply.
"Ah~ I heard the situation on the frontline battlefield isn't looking good. I wonder if that's true."
"Of course it's true! My grandfather is a second-life Emperor Realm expert. Because his lifespan was about to run out, he could only head to the Demon Realm battlefield to try his luck. Though he was fortunate enough to gain a thousand years of lifespan, he was also gravely injured... The evil spirit creatures of the Evil Spirit Plane are truly terrifying. They simply can't be killed. Even if you kill them, they'll revive again."
"As far as I know, dozens of immortals have already fallen on the Nine Heavens frontline, yet barely any Evil Gods from the Evil Spirit Plane have died. Tell me, how are we supposed to fight this? Fight my ass?"
Just as the young man was about to say something, a mist of evil spirits suddenly surged up in the distance and spread over