The war in the Central Domain was about to draw its curtain.
With the lands of the Yu Clan and Song Clan, the two great Immortal Clans, completely fallen, the southwest and southeast of the entire Central Domain had been cut apart from the middle. It was already a scene of the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
As for the Demon Race in the north, following the fall of the Demon Venerable, and with the Feather King spreading rumors within the Demon Race inside the Great Flame Demon Domain, more and more great demons withdrew from the Central Domain battlefield.
The Demon Race was simply like this. Aside from crafty foxes, almost no demons possessed long-term strategic vision. They were only fixated on immediate gains and losses.
If the Immortal Clan lost, there were benefits for them;
If the Immortal Clan won, to them, it would only mean expanding their territory a little.
This so-called territory was merely the basic territory of the Demon Venerable's forces, and it would never be the turn of the Demon Beast tribes located in the inland regions.
The tasks that followed were much easier.
Vast Mountain was located in a linked mountain range at a torn fault in the southeastern corner of the Yu Clan's immortal lands.
As the saying went, the bright moon hung in the sky, mountains and seas without measure. It spoke precisely of this place.
And now, this place had already become the burial ground of the Yu Clan ancestor.
Yu Wei: "Vast and distant blue heavens, why have you treated me so thinly..."
The heavens and earth shook, ten thousand Daos cried in unison.
Atop the mountain peak, an incomparably dazzling and majestic blaze of Great Dao fireworks erupted, clearly the phenomenon of heaven and earth crying together