After crossing the West Sea, Di Jun finally saw what had become of the Demon Clan.
Yet unlike the Western Continent, the entire land was shrouded in baleful and miasmic qi. The Demon Clan living here suffered torment at every moment.
Di Jun clenched his fists at once. After they had died, the Demon Clan had been forced to live in a place like this?
As he passed through the Primordial Land, he had also seen other demons. However, those were demons born later in the Prehistoric Era and had nothing to do with the demons of the former Heavenly Court.
Strictly speaking, what Di Jun cared about was the ancient Demon Clan—the innate beings.
Di Jun's arrival caused a stir across the continent. Some newly born demons watched him curiously. After all, in all these years, no outsider had ever entered Demon Continent.
However, the commotion still alerted some old-timers.
"Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor!"
Those elders stared at Di Jun in disbelief. Had their Majesty, who had fallen in battle, appeared once more?
Seeing those familiar figures, Di Jun could not help growing emotional as well.
"It's me. I'm back!"
The crowd immediately erupted, hurriedly notifying Bai Ze and Ying Zhao, who were in secluded cultivation.
Upon seeing Di Jun again, Bai Ze's eyes instantly reddened. He could not believe that Di Jun, whose soul had once returned to heaven and earth, had actually reappeared.
"Your Majesty!"
Bai Ze grasped Di Jun's hand, trembling without stop. All these years, the Demon Clan had relied on him and Ying Zhao to lead them, while two Saints next door watched them like tigers eyeing prey.
Over the years, countless demons had been lured away from Demon Continent by Zhunti. One could only imagine the pressure Bai Ze had endured.
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