Suppression

East of the Northern Region's Central Plains lay a precipice. Beneath its sheer cliffs stretched an infinitely deep expanse of ancient wilderness rivers, home to hundreds of millions of demonfolk and the Ten Directions Demon Country—the Eastern Abyss Demon Race, well known to Northern Region cultivators.

Now, above the Eastern Abyss, ten imposing formations had been arrayed. They contained countless rare treasures and exotic beasts, but the most eye-catching of all was a golden figure.

That golden figure stood in human form, brilliant as a blazing sun. Ordinary people could not look directly at him; only those of profound cultivation could glimpse a bit of his true nature.

He was no mundane creature, but a divine ape clad in armor. He wore a Phoenix-Winged Purple-Gold Crown upon his head, golden chainmail over his body, and Cloud-Treading Boots on his feet. In his hand was an Iron Rod Divine Soldier. Standing above the clouds, his pupils had turned golden, and his gaze shone like torches, as if it would pierce the heavens.

True, his ape body was not especially massive. Even clad in armor, he could not be called majestic or imposing. Yet terrifying strength lay contained within him, along with an air of looking down upon all beneath heaven. Under his pressure, even the countless mountains and rivers of the Ten Directions Demon Country seemed insignificant.

Iron rod in hand, he stood amid the clouds. Behind him were the Void Immortal Demon Sages of the Ten Directions Demon Country. Some followed his lead, waving banners and shouting; some frowned deeply and remained silent; others merely watched coldly.

He paid them no heed. His golden eyes turned toward the Eastern Abyss, his gaze piercing the heavens, and he let out an earth-shaking roar.

"Li Xuanyuan, my Demon Race would rather die