First Fleet of the Star Spirit Realm
Upper Realm.
Heaven and earth crumbled, mountains collapsed, rivers ran dry.
The Devil Ancestor sat proudly upon a throne made of countless corpses and dry bones, exuding an air of supremacy over all beneath heaven.
Below lay the heads of the Ten Great Immortal Sects' experts and the head of Eternal Sect's sect master. A million Demon Army soldiers stood in neat ranks around him, making his lofty, tyrannical aura all the more intense.
"Heh heh heh!"
"Heh heh heh heh!"
The delighted laughter of vengeance repaid rang through the Firmament.
"Splash!"
Suddenly, a basin of cold water came crashing down, jolting the Devil Ancestor awake from his dream.
Damn it!
So it had been a dream!
Sigh.
What happened in the dream would probably only ever happen in a dream.
"What's going on..."
The Devil Ancestor's thoughts gradually cleared, and he discovered that he was inside a Flowing Light Barrier. He clutched his head, which felt as though it were about to burst apart.
Wait!
Why do I have hands!
The Devil Ancestor's memories remained at the moment he had used the Grand Traversal Technique.
It was a divine ability within the secret art Demon Seal. When danger arose, it could swiftly separate the soul from the body, allowing it to hide within deep layers of space.
A hundred thousand years ago, he had used it before. Although the Ten Great Immortal Sects' experts had discovered and intercepted him, he had still struggled to escape with a wisp of his remnant soul, allowing him to revive once more.
This time had gone smoothly as well, but...
The Devil Ancestor lowered his head and looked at his thick arms. Then, with difficulty, he raised his head and saw his reflection in the mirror-like