The Primordial Wilderness kept no track of years.
To saints, time was sand slipping from their fingertips; to mortal beings, it was the rise and fall of seas and the transformation of the world.
Ever since the "Star Radiance Bathes the World" that had covered the Primordial Wilderness, it seemed to have fallen into another kind of superficial peace.
The demon race silently accumulated strength in the starry sky. Tai Yi's saintly might enveloped the starry domain, and the restored order of the starry sky was impeccable.
The Power of Stars circulated and nourished the remnants of the demon race, slowly restoring their vitality and gradually recovering their strength.
That vast rain of Imperial Flowing Paste had caused much discussion and vigilance in the beginning.
But as time passed, the tangible benefits it brought were gradually accepted.
The image of the demon race as the "rulers of the starry sky" and those who "blessed all living beings"...
It had also quietly left an impression in the hearts of some non-Human Race spirits and lowly life-forms, laying the groundwork for future contact.
Netherworld Underworld, Witch Nether Mountain.
The peace here was a kind of peace born from feverish cultivation, yet concealing an undercurrent of anxiety.
Ever since Houtu had attained the Dao, drawn upon Pangu's Legacy, helped the Eleven Ancestral Witches establish the foundations of their primordial spirits, and passed down the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique...
This mountain, which symbolized the Witch Clan's current fate, had completely entered a "seclusion frenzy."
The resentment and uproar of the past, along with their hatred and curses toward the starry sky, had largely been replaced by unprecedented focus and longing.
Deep within the mountain, eleven enormous grotto abodes had been carved out. They were independent yet connected by their earth veins, corresponding to