On this day, the Realm of Madness went utterly mad.
Across the entire demon realm, flowers bloomed everywhere.
They were flowers beyond the power of words to describe—seemingly existent, yet not existent.
They brimmed with vitality, yet snuffed out all things.
They carried an awe-inspiring aura of death, yet gave birth to the heavens and earth.
Yes, they brought death, but they also created life.
They were creatures you had never seen before.
Like those flowers, they possessed an indescribable, incomprehensible essence.
They belonged neither to the Heavenly Dao nor the demonic path.
Immortal or demon, whoever encountered them would almost invariably face only destruction.
Or perhaps not destruction.
For every encounter would ultimately return to nothingness.
Immortals or demons alike, once they touched these creatures, would almost invariably meet an end of returning to nothingness, erased from heaven and earth.
From the first flower to blossoms filling the realm, only about one full day had passed in the Positive Realm.
And in that single day, the entire demon realm had changed beyond recognition.
The sky was no longer painted in gloomy shades of black, yellow, and red.
Instead, it was a hazy gray, tinged with an inexplicable color as though you had never seen it before—impossible to comprehend, impossible to grasp.
Even the earth beneath one's feet was turning void.
When you stepped upon the ground, it felt as though you were treading on air, walking atop cotton.
Chi Wanning stood upon the surface, feeling like a flower adrift upon the water. Without moving herself, she could travel ten thousand miles in an instant.
Because the entire demon realm was changing. It was as though mountains revolved around you, waters flew around you, air stood still for you, flames flowed for you, metal grew for you—everything becoming bizarre and