Shentu Xin had completed his scouting mission. Rather than return to Square Inch, he might as well stay in this Spatial Fault and continue his contemplation.
In the Martial World.
Fang Han sat high in the sky, carefully sensing how Heaven and Earth had changed.
Less than half a day had passed since he established the Martial 108 Stars, yet the entire atmosphere of the Inner World had shifted.
The warriors of the Inner World had never neglected their training, but they had been working toward something distant and intangible: revenge for the Demon Race's enslavement of humanity.
At first, they had managed to sustain that pressure for a while.
As time passed, however, that drive had inevitably begun to fade.
Even the horrific scenes of Demon Infants bursting from bodies in the Outer World, shown from time to time across the sky, could not stop the decline.
At its root, the warriors of the Inner World simply faced too little pressure.
Time had slowly smoothed over their hatred and fear.
Fang Han had revealed the truth to the world: "Human Martial Grandmasters are nothing more than breeding grounds for the Demon Race."
But none of the Inner World's warriors had seen those savage demons with their own eyes. And under the protection of the Life Tree formed from Fang Han's body, they had no need to fear possession by Demon Infants.
They did not dare slack off openly, but Fang Han saw the truth clearly.
Apart from a very few whose Martial Dao resolve was exceptionally firm, the great majority had gradually grown lax.
Then the 108 Stars rose into the sky and set their desires ablaze.
For now, the Demon Race was something they could neither see nor touch. But becoming one of the 108 Stars and receiving