Subduing the Remnants of the Demon Clan and Bringing Them Under Yue Sheng Palace's Protection

In a desolate valley on the Southern Continent, the setting sun hung blood-red, casting its light over the ground strewn with dry bones and fragments of magical treasures. A desolate air hung over the scene.

Su Qingyan stood in midair, her plain white skirt fluttering gently in the wind. Faint golden Time Dao Rhyme flowed around her, enveloping the group of demons who had yet to recover from their shock. The wound on the Leopard Demon Leader's chest had mostly healed under the nourishment of her spiritual energy. He was now leading the demons in a respectful salute to Su Qingyan, his eyes filled with gratitude and reverence.

"We remnants of the demon clan thank Fairy Su for saving our lives! We are willing to submit to Yue Sheng Palace and follow Saint Lin Yue and Fairy Su for all eternity!" The Leopard Demon Leader's voice was hoarse but resolute. The hundred or so demons behind him echoed his words in unison, their voices ringing through the valley.

The young demons hid behind their elders, timidly peeking out to look at Su Qingyan. The fear in their eyes had vanished, replaced by a touch of affection and hope. They had been homeless for so long that they had long forgotten what it was like to have a home. Now, hearing that they could join Yue Sheng Palace, they felt as if they had grabbed a lifeline.

Su Qingyan slowly descended, her gaze sweeping over the demons in their ragged clothes, their bodies covered in wounds. She sighed inwardly. After the Witch-Demon Calamity, the demon clan had fallen into decline. Most of the survivors had been forced to hide and flee, enduring endless persecution. It was no small thing that these demons had held fast to their principles and refrained from