In the Red Luan Starfield, war had erupted on all sides. The human army had invaded the Primeval Demonic Realm's stronghold in the Outer Heavens, and the great battle had continued for several months.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch and the Scaly Emperor had fallen in defeat. The demonic realm's loss was already an irreversible fact, and the armies of the hundred clans began withdrawing back to the demonic realm, no longer daring to prolong the fight.
A million-strong demonic army retreated, a vast and mighty sight that shook the soul.
They had come brimming with ambition and returned bedraggled and disgraced. The kings of the hundred clans could not speak of the bitterness in their hearts.
They had once sworn lofty oaths, vowing to win glory for the demonic realm, open new frontiers, and expand its territory. Yet in merely a few decades, everything had turned into an illusory bubble.
They were unwilling and unreconciled. Yet the Marquis of Knowing Fate of Great Xia was simply too strong—so strong that he drove people into despair.
The Devil Lord had died in battle, the Scaly Emperor had been utterly erased, and even the Nine Nether Demonic Emperor had lost by half a move. The Thirteenth Prince of Heavenly Demons from back then was no longer what he had once been. One man alone was enough to intimidate the entire Primeval Demonic Realm.
More than ten months later, the armies of the hundred clans had entirely withdrawn from the Red Luan Starfield. That ancient starfield, once nearly reduced to ruins by war, was now waiting for everything to be rebuilt.
From the Purple Star Divine Realm, the Underworld, and the First Pavilion Under Heaven—the three supreme powers of the human race—dozens of kings remained behind to assist in rebuilding the Red Luan