The Beehive Planet continued to expand, and the command center where Bai Yujun was stationed kept rising, lifted continuously by machinery to maintain the best possible view.
In merely a few days, it had been fashioned into a Small World blending mechanical and cultivation styles.
The command platform underwent renovations.
After all, Bai Yujun and the various commanders were stationed there; its presence had to be overwhelming. After some discussion, the immortal officials used Metal Materials to construct an immortal palace gleaming with metallic luster, brimming with killing intent.
The canopy overhead was made of transparent material. Seated upon the gray metal dragon throne, one could see the Demon Realm.
The Demon Realm resembled mountain ranges or a stretch of land floating in the void. Its energy was no weaker than that of sacred mountains and spiritual lands, as if its terrestrial core held an exceptionally vigorous energy nucleus. Yet its energy attributes were chaotic, violent, and restless, while harmful rays scattered out in disorder. Thus, the Demon Realm was essentially shrouded in dark gray light tinged with blood red, oppressive beyond measure. Those with insufficient cultivation could easily be contaminated by such matter and energy if they remained too long.
The Demon Realm was divided into two sides. The front side could sustain countless members of the Devil Race, with every kind of terrain imaginable. Abyssal fissures lay everywhere, and there were even dark waters as vast as seas. There were plants as well, but those tainted by demonic aura looked unnatural and were scarce. Large and small tribes were scattered throughout the vast lands and mountain ranges, while different Demonic Beasts, much like humans, regarded the various factions as mutual enemies.
As for the reverse side, that was rather interesting. It was also where the energy spilling from