Screech!
"Kill! Kill, kill, kill..."
The Heavenly Illusion Butterfly Lord let out a long howl, half demon and half ghost, and beat her butterfly wings.
Under the authority of the Dream Dao's branch of rules, countless hazy phantoms suddenly appeared at the tips of her wings. They were worlds, dreams—exactly three thousand dream worlds.
Within those dream worlds, humans, demons, ghosts, and gods lived, reproduced, and fought. Every being was a prodigy of some race from history. The worlds seemed real: emotions arose in their inhabitants at every moment, and the lord of dreams could draw upon the wisdom of every dream-born being.
The ingenuity of it all was exquisite beyond measure.
In a fragment of fate glimpsed by the Demon Race Heavenly Dao, this lord of the Dream Dao would one day lie low, hide herself, and infiltrate the Vermilion Bird Star Domain. She would become the True Phoenix Heir's opponent and vie with him for dominion over the domain. From the struggle between two demon True Immortal Heirs, a stronger one would emerge.
After devouring her opponent's corpse, that stronger demon True Immortal Heir would have a better chance of becoming the demon emperor of this age and bringing the Demon Race Heavenly Dao back to glory.
It would be of immense benefit to the entire Demon Race.
That future would, without question, gravely harm the Phoenix Clan's interests.
Perhaps the Demon Race Heavenly Dao's failure this time had something to do with that. It was vast enough to encompass ten thousand races. Had they truly stood united, the Human Race Heavenly Dao would not have found a weakness so easily.
None of that mattered now.
The Heavenly Illusion Butterfly Lord beat her wings. The three thousand dream worlds became three thousand blades for slaying gods and hurtled