Night Four trudged through the mist, walking in the shallow stream. As he went, dark-red lotuses appeared in the water, drifting downstream as though this road stretched all the way to the Yellow Springs.
Yan Qing recalled Xi Zifeng and Gai Louxian's descriptions of the Land of Gathering Demons.
An enormous wheel that never stopped, crushing the corpses of all living things; demonic dragons flying and roaring through the sky, spewing flames as they hunted across the land; and seemingly ordinary flat ground that launched anyone who stepped on it into the sky, only for them to fall and be smashed to pieces—a deadly trap... Of course, the most terrifying part was the thousands of demons inside, ranging from one-turn to three-turn, from humanoid to beast-shaped, everywhere and possessing every conceivable form. Supposedly, there were even Foundation Establishment-level greater demons that surpassed the third turn. Even if they did not attack proactively, their mere existence was enough to prove how dangerous this secret realm was.
It seemed that unlike the Wandering Star Forest, a secret realm that placed more emphasis on entertainment, the Land of Gathering Demons was supposed to offer some real difficulty.
It felt as if he had not gone very far, yet Night Four seemed to have left the mortal world behind and arrived at a mysterious land cut off from the rest of existence. The mist gradually dispersed, and Yan Qing grew increasingly nervous. After all, this was where he would be staying for the next five days. He hoped there would be a beautiful villa inside, preferably one filled with novels and comics. It would be even better if he could go fishing.
As the mist vanished, Night Four appeared before a massive gate. Gai Louxian had called the four gates of the Land of