This stretch of mountains.
This world had another name for it.
The Sunset Mountain Range.
The name meant the place where the sun set. That alone hinted at just how vast it was.
The Sunset Mountain Range was one of the few places in this world where the Demon Race still thrived.
All manner of demons lived here, each at a different level of cultivation.
Among them were no shortage of true Great Yaos.
Great Yaos at the Core Formation Stage could take human form.
But now, Spiritual Energy was scarce, and there had long been no demons of that level.
That was precisely why
a Spirit Grass that existed only in legends was so exceptionally precious.
Recently, the Sunset Mountain Range had been in turmoil.
It was all because a legendary Spirit Grass had appeared deep within the range.
Up in the Sky Curtain, Great Yaos fought one another to the death.
On the ground, countless battles were raging as well.
Every beast was fighting desperately, trying to get closer to the Spirit Grass that was about to ripen.
This was an immense opportunity. Not a single demon wanted to give it up.
Cat father had never gone deep into the mountains.
But he had heard the rumors, too.
Now, he was racing toward the heart of the range with all his might.
He didn't know what kind of Spirit Grass it was, or even what it could do.
He only knew—
if he could get his paws on this Spirit Grass, maybe his daughter could still be saved.
His powerful body landed on a branch.
With one forceful leap, he could fly more than ten meters forward.
A thunderous crash rang out.
The ground trembled.
The force was plain to see.
Two more Great Yaos clashed high above,