To these low-tier demons, the great battle in the Dragon Domain was no different from immortals fighting among themselves. One careless move could bring disaster upon them, leaving their deaths and clans' destruction only a moment away. Yet in such a chaotic situation, they could do nothing but hide in terror, waiting for the storm to pass.
As these demons either meditated in their lairs or anxiously waited, a faint, hazy aura swept through the area. Before they knew it, they had fallen asleep, each entering a dreamscape of their own.
Some saw vast numbers of dragons, Water Banyans, or Red Demon Ant Men coming in successive waves. While the enemies fought one another fiercely, they also slaughtered their clansmen, and even they themselves could not escape the demons' grasp.
Others dreamed that they and their tribes safely survived this unprecedented war. The Dragon Domain won the battle, and afterward their cultivation broke through again and again. They successfully entered Buddhism, where all beings were taught without discrimination; anyone with a heart inclined toward Buddha could abandon the secular world and enter the monastic path.
Not all demons were bloodthirsty. The Blood-Crowned Demon Cranes, Cloud Deer Demons, and several other clans were peace-loving by nature. Some of them dreamed that the Dragon Domain had become a pure land where all races could develop in orderly fashion, far from war.
Still others dreamed that after one bloody battle after another, the Dragon Domain had been reduced to ruins, leaving countless corpses behind. It then became a land overrun by corpse ghosts, and they, the survivors, could only leave in dejection. All kinds of dreams sprouted in the hearts of these living beings.
This strange, inexplicable aura continued until it reached the area near the Bat Clan. Ji Ting repeatedly tried to