Taixu Realm, Nightmare Transformation City.
Across the vast sky for thousands of miles, demonic qi ran rampant. Wisps of it were everywhere, shrouding the city within and without, coiling like wandering serpents, like a heavy pall of gloom blanketing heaven and earth.
Great avenues crisscrossed the city from north to south, broad and deep. On either side of the streets stood towering black buildings, carved as if by blades and axes. There were few pedestrians, and all were wrapped in black robes, their faces hidden in shadow, making their true appearances impossible to discern.
Several side streets branched east and west, lined with shops. The bustle of everyday life grew thicker there, with passersby calling to friends and traveling in groups of three or five, either heading for taverns and teahouses or conducting businesses where silver flowed in and gold flowed out.
Wine in the morning, dancing at night—it was fairly prosperous.
A closer look revealed that this was a city of the Devil Race. None of those coming and going were human, and they looked very much like the Devil Race Xiang Yuan had encountered in the Dragon-Subduing Realm.
On the second floor of an inn, Xiao Lingyue was wrapped in a black robe that concealed her face. The pair of eyes left exposed flickered with red light, indistinguishable from the Devil Race in the streets and alleys.
There was no need to think about it. Xiang Yuan must have infused demonic qi into her body.
On the other side of the room, Chan'er sat cross-legged on the bed, an Enlightenment Cushion beneath her rear, wearing the entirely justified expression of a victor.
The door gave a soft sound as three knocks—the agreed signal—fell upon it. Xiang Yuan pushed the door open and entered, tossing off his black robe