The Far North

The Far North of the Demon Region.

This ancient wasteland, once remote and desolate, now teemed with people.

Bitter Gale Wind swept across the land like knives, carving countless fine cracks into exposed rock. The harsh conditions would have been difficult for an ordinary Death Xuan Stage expert to endure, yet they did nothing to deter the dark mass of people on the wasteland.

Heads bobbed across the wasteland. The sea of people stretched to the edge of sight, while the sound of rushing wind rang out overhead as dusty travelers arrived one after another.

Their deafening clamor gathered into a roar that seemed to scatter even the bitter Gale Wind blanketing the area. The sheer scale of the gathering was plain to see.

Lin Dong had arrived earlier with the forces of the Four Symbols Palace. They occupied a high slope with a clear view over the entire wasteland.

"Now that's a crowd..." The Sky Dragon Demon Commander clicked his tongue beside Lin Dong, sweeping his gaze over the sea of people in amazement.

The Golden Ape Demon Commander nodded. "The Master of Devouring's inheritance is enough to drive the entire Demon Region mad. The Four Great Hegemon Races, the eight royal races, and those old monsters who've kept themselves hidden will probably all come."

Lin Dong said nothing. His gaze roamed the surroundings, as though he was searching for someone.

He knew Luo Heng had gone ahead to the Kunpeng Clan and should be arriving soon.

Xiao Diao and Little Yan had yet to arrive either, though their message said they were nearly there.

Just then, brilliant nine-colored light illuminated the southern sky.

The light swept toward them, filling the heavens like a flowing, multicolored sea and painting half the sky in magnificent hues.

Within it, an enormous