Cloud-sea vessels raised their sails in competition.
Bai Yujun guessed that few had come sincerely to mourn. Most wanted to see the future situation clearly.
There should originally have been a contingent of Heavenly Court troops stationed in the Wenhuo Great World, but after the Gods and Demons War began, they had been redeployed frequently. Their garrisons stood empty and unattended. As a divine general, Bai Yujun could use the Identity Jade Slip to learn the nearby Heavenly Army's deployment. The Wenhuo Great World was currently controlled by several great aristocratic clans, such as the Xuan Family, the Sang Family, and so on.
Oh, the Sang Family would probably have to be struck off the list now. Their Profound Immortal ancestor had just reached the end of his lifespan.
In the spotless guest room with its carved wooden bed, Huang Yu lay on the bed after waking, staring blankly with lifeless eyes. Recalling her recent experiences felt like waking from a dream of yellow millet. Though she had not become an emperor or minister in that dream, she had embarked upon an extraordinary road—boarding a flying vessel, encountering divine weapons, meeting two terrifying great demons, and witnessing the aloof, cold-hearted indifference of powerful human cultivators.
Evil demons ran rampant, turning the human world into hell everywhere, yet countless powerful human cultivators had gathered in one place to hold a funeral.
Right below them, gray specks could be seen everywhere beneath the ship, invading villages and towns. Above on the flying vessel, song and dance flourished as cups were raised and traded, while the fragrance of tea drifted among the clouds.
Huang Yu wanted to ask the white-clad girl and the demon monkey to save the common people.
But she could not say the words.
They were demons—terrifying great demons who