Luo Fengge's Indescribable Grievances

Amidst the desolate peaks, the autumn winds rustled, yet they failed to sweep away the scent of blood that had soaked into the charred, withered trees. This place had once been a demon mountain, but now there were no longer any clamorous human figures remaining, leaving only two or three startled birds to flap their wings and take flight. Demon Lord Silver Candle looked around blankly, speechless and choked with emotion. Logically speaking, Jintang had almost been killed by this brother of his, and even if he had managed to escape by a stroke of luck, he should have demanded an explanation from him. Yet upon seeing his former homeland reduced to such a state, he remained silent for a long time, simply reaching out to pat the other's shoulder before turning toward the direction of the cave dwelling. "Father, Dragonspine Province-" Su Xin stared at the mountainous terrain that looked as though it had been scorched by heavenly fire, her pupils dilating slightly. When immersed within this dead zone, what surfaced in her mind instead was that land of Nine Prefectures and One Pass. Demon folk had returned to the mortal realm, and demon lords had seated themselves in the prefectural and county yamen. There was even the Yu Family young miss of noble birth who had betrayed the Immortal Clan, personally holding court at Dragonspine Ridge to govern an entire great province. For them, this was naturally a flourishing sight of heaven and earth turning upside down. Yet falling into the eyes of the Heng River Dragon Palace and the various high immortals, the former Yong Province was evidently a fallen land occupied by throngs of demons. They were unwilling to leave even a single living soul among these scattered, wild-mountain-dwelling demon mobs, and once the sweeping reached