After bidding farewell to the Phoenix Clan, Ying Long once again brought Xuanyuan and the Human Race's high-ranking members north.
Unlike the south, the north was entirely a gathering place for all kinds of living beings. There were quite a few transformed Demon Clan members as well, but they were not the Demon Clan of old. It was merely because of their origins that the beings of the Prehistoric Era habitually classified them as the Demon Clan.
When they arrived, Xuanyuan had assumed a fierce battle would break out. Yet after asking around, he discovered that the beings of the north lived in remarkable harmony.
Though all manner of disputes often arose, there would never be cases of an entire species or clan being wiped out. Even when conflicts occurred, they would use the north's established methods to resolve them.
The Human Race living here often received help from the various races. Compared to the east, the Human Race's lives here were no worse off.
"Senior Ying Long, why is the north like this?" Xuanyuan could not help asking.
Ying Long did not understand the situation in the north either, and Xuanyuan's question stumped him.
"So the Human Emperor has arrived. This poor daoist greets you!"
An old man dressed in an ink-colored Daoist robe stepped before them.
"Xuan Nü greets Senior King Pan!"
Xuan Nü had once followed Queen Mother of the West to a banquet and met King Pan. She had not expected this senior to be from the north.
With Xuan Nü speaking up, Xuanyuan, Ying Long, and the others hurriedly bowed as well.
Though they could not sense this man's aura, anyone Xuan Nü had to address as senior was surely one of the Prehistoric Era's foremost great powers.
"Haha, no need for such formality, young