At the heart of the Northern Continent, Wutian Demon gathered his forces. Dark-gold demonic qi drew together around him like a dusk curtain being pulled shut. In the distance, three sect-protecting formations continued to operate intact, their patterns brightening and fading in steady cycles. Along the Northern Continent's border, the attackers and defenders remained locked in a drawn-out struggle. Wutian Demon withdrew his gaze from the formations and studied the continent's law network for a moment before adjusting his bearing with measured calm.
"The Chaos Demon God sects on the Northern Continent have their protective formations to rely on. They won't be easy to take quickly." Wutian Demon's voice echoed through the continent's heart like a dark-gold beacon. "I need to build up enough strength. Before taking those sects, I'll conquer the other continents. The Witch Race is a colossal power on the Central Continent; now is not the time to clash with them. The Eastern Continent is crowded with major sects and has the most powerful cultivators in the Primordial Wilderness. It isn't my first choice either."
His gaze crossed the Northern Continent's border and settled on the Southern Continent. Since the Primordial Wilderness had ascended, the Southern Continent had grown into an immense landmass. Its many peoples had continued to flourish, nourishing its law network like fresh water feeding a range of mountains and keeping its underlying structure intact. Wutian Demon watched it for a long while, repeatedly weighing whether that network had reached the level he expected.
The Southern Continent was home to the Undying Volcano and the Phoenix Clan, and the volcano's power naturally countered the Devil Dao. As Wutian Demon weighed his options, he adjusted the rhythm of his power as carefully as one might calibrate an ancient sundial. His laws began spreading from the