Universal Salvation

Two days later, after witnessing Qingzhou's prosperity along the banks of the Luochuan River, Aiti Galuo and the others finally arrived in Chongzhou.

Before Ghost Ridge Palace rose to prominence, Chongzhou had been the most flourishing great province of the Devil Dao in the Great Li Dynasty.

Here, the Devil Dao was the dominant force. The righteous path was suppressed and barely clung to life, while dozens of Devil Dao Sects, large and small, divided this vast province among themselves.

When the ship entered Chongzhou from Qingzhou, the sights that met their eyes were bleak: many places were sparsely populated, the people had dwindled, the land lay abandoned, and conflict and violence could be seen everywhere.

Even Chongzhou's so-called great cities were worlds apart from Qingzhou's bustling prosperity. There was simply no comparison.

This was because Chongzhou had far too many Devil Dao Sects. Though these Sects cooperated, they also competed, and they would even fight over the populations of rival Devil Sects to use in cultivating demonic arts.

In a place where demonic massacres erupted so often, the common people naturally had no way to live and work in peace. Poverty and suffering were the reality of their lives. They lived from dawn to dusk on the brink of disaster; sometimes, when they encountered a demonic cultivator, they would be killed in the blink of an eye and used to refine a technique.

Qin Yushang stood on the deck, looking at the desolate and ruined villages along the shore. Her red lips parted slightly. "As expected, this is the Devil Dao I remember. Qingzhou was far too strange."

She could not forget what she had seen in Qingzhou. The Chongzhou before her was what matched her impression of demonic cultivators.

On the ship beside them, Aiti Galuo led a