Few in the outside world knew of what had happened in the Southwest Demon Country. After all, it had only been yesterday that Lin Mouren had appeared at Blood Rain Pass, casually brandishing a peach blossom branch with peerless grace. The boundless peach petals drifting down across four thousand li of demon territory had likewise taken no more than a day and a night.
But it had to be said that news traveled through this world with astonishing speed.
Especially news of such an earth-shaking magnitude.
Very quickly, it reached the ears of the rulers of every nation and all major powers through every possible channel...
Northern Great Corner, imperial palace.
Li Chi watched the first snowfall of the winter. There was some chill in it, and some desolation. Back in May, when he had heard the shocking news that the Black Bone Demon Race had risen again in Great Cang, his feelings had been complicated. There had been some terror, but even more delight.
Yes, delight!
If the Black Bone Demon Race occupied Great Cang, it would certainly spell disaster for Great Corner as well. Yet people always harbored a gambler's hope, especially those who had already fallen to the bottom of a cliff. Such people were even more prone to such twisted thoughts.
If Great Cang did not undergo a change of heaven, Great Corner would never rise.
The hatred of lost lands, the hatred of a shaken national foundation—Li Chi could never avenge either, even if he died trying.
Now that the Black Bone Demon Race had emerged, they had practically avenged him directly.
Among the literary circles of the Capital City, many also believed that the name Black Bone Demon Race was merely a malicious label deliberately promoted by the people of Great Cang. The Black