Why was the Devil Ancestor, having lost the Innate Sacred Demon Body, so confident that entering the Demon Domain would let him control a million Demon Army soldiers? Because he was the ancestor of the Demon Madness Race, the unquestioned head of the clan. Even without the demon body, he could still command his subordinates.
Except.
Reality was a little cruel.
The Demon Army within the Demon Domain had long since been moved away by Jun Changxiao. Even the Royal City treasury and all kinds of forging facilities were gone. Even if he went in, all he would hear was snowflakes drifting and the north wind howling.
The Devil Ancestor knew nothing of this.
He abandoned his secluded cultivation palace and led the elite forces of Moon Burial Pavilion toward the West Sea overnight.
The Ten Great Immortal Sects were pressing forward step by step. Running away was his only option.
But that did not mean he had admitted defeat. As long as his injuries improved and he recovered his former strength, he would surely rise again and throw the Upper Realm into turmoil!
No matter what had twisted the Devil Ancestor's personality in the past, he was now a villain through and through.
Sigh.
Two villains in one world—could the days ahead possibly be good?
Someone might ask, who was the other villain? Hurry up and see a doctor. I'll pay out of my own pocket, and you won't have to pay me back!
West Sea.
After traveling for half a month, the Devil Ancestor stepped onto Spiritual Hidden Island, which the world described as the most mysterious place.
Why call it mysterious?
Because the island sat within the West Sea, sometimes vanishing, sometimes appearing, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west. It drifted unpredictably like a