The Great War Tens of Thousands of Years Ago

Neba withdrew his gaze and respectfully made a "please" gesture to everyone.

"Esteemed guests who have traveled far, the wind and sand here are harsh, and the demonic energy is corrosive. Please follow me to the temple to rest."

The elder turned and led the way, leaning on his wooden staff.

Krillin and his group followed behind him, stepping onto the path paved with gray-green giant mushrooms and dark red runes.

The crystalline rock underfoot was exceptionally hard, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty ruins.

On both sides of the road, exaggeratedly large broken walls and ruins were visible everywhere.

Some stone pillars were cut diagonally with extreme precision, and the cut surfaces still bore dark purple scorch marks from demonic energy that time could not erase.

Some areas of the ground had collapsed into craters hundreds of meters deep, with giant bone fragments of indistinguishable shapes piled at the bottom.

"These are the traces left by that war back then," Neba's voice drifted from ahead.

In this environment where even the wind carried a deathly stillness, the old man's narration felt like opening a history book soaked in blood.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the ruling core of the Great Demon Realm was not as fragmented as it is now. It was an era of extreme centralized tyranny."

Neba pointed his wooden staff at a black-red mountain peak to his left, which had been sliced in half.

"Back then, the ruler of the Great Demon Realm was Apula. He was the father of Dabra, whom you later defeated."

When Neba mentioned this name, his tone still carried a deep-seated hatred.

"Apula was a complete lunatic. He coveted the unique creation laws of our Second Demon Realm, and he was jealous of us."

"Jealous of