The world had fallen into chaos, with beacon fires rising everywhere!
Surging demon qi rose from every corner of the world, seeking to shroud the entire land.
The winter snow was colder than in previous years. Gu An wore a straw rain cape, transformed into Green Hero, and wandered through the mortal world.
Within a crescent-moon-shaped town in the mountains, firelight flickered and wisps of smoke curled upward. Black crows wheeled overhead in dense swarms, while shrieks, cries, and furious roars intertwined and echoed without end.
Gu An burst from the mountain forest and leaped into the air, his body like a soaring eagle as he sprang from the cliff toward the town. Looking down, he saw countless demons and monsters wantonly slaughtering the townspeople. Some had not yet died before monsters began eating them alive from the feet upward, a cruel and horrifying sight.
In less than half the time it took an incense stick to burn, only weeping remained within the town.
Gu An walked out of the town, shook the demon blood from his blade, then sheathed the Qinghong Sword.
Though misery lay behind him, he did not look back.
It had been ten days since the Demon Ancestor's resurrection. Battles had already erupted along the Northern Border of the Great Jiang Dynasty, where Mahayana Realm cultivators were still fighting. It was not only the Great Jiang Dynasty—even Tianwei's borders had been struck by a tide of demons and monsters.
Though the Great Cang Dynasty did not need to defend its borders, demons and monsters ran rampant within its lands. Its crisis was not the least bit weaker than that of the other two dynasties.
The Demon Emperor had not acted, and the Demon Ancestor had yet to reveal himself. Naturally, Gu An was in no hurry.