After they changed their route, the troops led by Shen Fan and the others encountered no further mishaps on the march.
Two days later, they safely reached the front lines and joined up with the other armies of the Fire Origin Spirit Race.
Meanwhile.
In the Inner Sea of the Realm Sea, billions of miles from the Abyss Ruins battlefield, lay the ancestral homeland of the Fire Origin Spirit Race.
It was a tranquil place.
Crimson parasol trees blotted out the sky, and the air was thick with pure fire Spiritual Energy.
Grand palaces floated among the clouds, cranes wheeled through the air, and spirit beasts raced across the ground.
Yan Wuxin lay on the warm jade bed in his palace, enjoying a maidservant's massage.
Two pretty maidservants carefully kneaded his shoulders.
He had his eyes closed, his expression blissful.
Although he couldn't inherit the title of Divine Son of the Fire Origin Spirit Race, as the Clan Leader's second son, his standing in the race was still exceptionally high.
He had never been short of resources, either.
In fact, aside from not having the title of Divine Son, Yan Wuxin had it better in every other way.
At least he didn't have to go to the Abyss Realm and fight the Abyss Demon Gods, building up that so-called prestige.
To Yan Wuxin, the bloodshed and fighting on the Abyss Ruins front lines might as well have been a story from another world.
Just then, faint footsteps sounded outside the hall.
Yan Wuxin didn't open his eyes.
"Didn't I say I wouldn't see anyone while I'm resting?"
A trace of displeasure crept into his voice at the interruption.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
A familiar voice spoke.
"Young Master, it's me, Qiutian."
Yan Wuxin's brow furrowed.
Qiutian? That dog