Primordial Imperial City was the foremost city of the Demon Realm.
The holy land in the hearts of countless demonfolk, the native soil to which the souls of countless Demon Race warriors returned.
The Demon Race's longing and reminiscence for the supreme glory of the ancient Heavenly Court were all embodied in this city.
Thus, it was exceptionally vast, exceptionally magnificent.
The Myriad Worlds Celestial Table, the Heavenly Net of All Heavens, the Eternal Sundial, the Ancient Sacred Corridor... buildings that existed only in legend had all been reproduced here. Every kind of splendor, antiquity, and majesty that existed only in memory—it strove with all its strength to embody them.
"This city always gives me the feeling that it is working very hard."
The True Demon speaking had deeply sculpted features and was exceedingly handsome, with an innate nobility that inspired reverence beyond what words could convey. A five-colored celestial pattern rested between his brows, presumably his demon mark.
Clad in a golden robe, he stood with his hands behind his back atop the lofty gate tower, gazing at the golden platform in the heart of the city. Slowly, he said, "Trying very hard to do things beyond its capabilities, always teetering on the brink of collapse."
Not far in front of him stood a tall, extraordinary man clad in dark armor, a long, narrow bone blade at his waist, his battle robe streaming in the wind. He was Qi Guanying, the peerless Celestial Demon who commanded the Celestial Troops of the Dipper Division of Primordial Imperial City, one of the most powerful figures in the entire Demon Realm.
Hearing this, he turned and gave the young True Demon a neither light nor heavy glance. "Weiyi, other True Demons may say such things. But can you?"
This handsome and noble