A rare half-day of leisure.
Zhang Yang was dressed in an ancient-style long robe, his hair combed into an ancient-style topknot. He strolled through the streets of Heavenly Sword City, his mood bright and carefree, just like the sunlight overhead.
Sunlight. Ever since this continent had formed its own world and the Heavenly Dao Barrier had enveloped an area one hundred thousand kilometers in diameter, it had gained the sun, moon, stars, rain, snow, thunder, and clouds.
This was like a rebirth for the Wood Demon Race. For the humans and Demon Race trapped aboard the Boat of Death, who had three hundred thousand living beings sacrificed every year, it was even more so.
The streets were filled with people either beaming with joy or weeping tears.
Sunlight was the privilege of the beings beneath the firmament, something buried in their flesh and genes. As long as there was sunlight, anything was possible.
Still, a good mood would not last for long.
Soon, the humans and Demon Race living in Heavenly Sword City would discover the enemy threatening their survival—the Wood Demons.
Zhang Yang had done it on purpose. A race without any sense of danger would not survive, and he also needed the Wood Demon Legion to evolve further.
"What if I made the Fifth Sequence my base? Like Orange Cat of the Firmament, Mist of the Abyss, and Dream King of the Land?"
This thought surfaced in Zhang Yang's mind. With this world in his hands, if he developed it properly, he would be able to advance or retreat with far greater ease in the future.
But soon, he shook his head. Leaving himself a way out was certainly a good thing, but he feared that if he kept that way open for too long, he would grow