In the Vast and Righteous World, on the Ten Thousand Demons Continent, an old man, a young man, a bald man, and a one-armed woman walked along the foot of a mountain.
At a Small Wine Shop beneath the mountain, the man wearing a bamboo hat ordered several pots of wine, four jin of beef, and four bowls of noodles.
"Have you heard? The Backing Mountain Sect has already submitted to San Shou, one of the Demon Kings of the Demon Race World."
"Heard, heard. After the Sect Leader of the Backing Mountain Sect was killed by one of San Shou's Great Generals, what backbone could the Backing Mountain Sect possibly have left? Of course they had to submit. Did they want to keep living or not?"
"How long has it even been? It hasn't been a year since Ten Thousand Mile City fell, right? The sects of the Nine Provinces of the Vast and Righteous World are either being destroyed or surrendering. I'm afraid it won't take many years before the Vast and Righteous World truly changes hands."
"That may not be so. You know about the Ten Thousand Swords Continent, right? With the Sword Sect at its head, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect formed the Sword Alliance to resist the Demon Race World together. That Sword Cliff is giving the Demon Race World a headache now."
"That's not all. There's also the White Empire and the White Kingdom on our Ten Thousand Demons Continent. The White Empire and White Kingdom watch over each other, so those great demons from the Demon Race World don't even dare touch them. They all take detours."
"It's useless, useless." One man waved his hand. "So what if the White Empire and White Kingdom watch over each other? The Demon Race World is