South of Northern Continent, a battle that shook the heavens.
The war between the Heavenly Court and the Demon Race lasted a full half day. In an almost completely one-sided battle, the demons resisted, fled, and were hunted down for half a day.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Court had not chosen total extermination. Nor would it pursue the demon forces that had not taken part in the Northern Continent unrest, keeping the casualties among living beings within a certain limit.
Demons could never be killed to extinction.
What the Heavenly Court had to do—or rather, what Li Changshou wished to accomplish through the Heavenly Court—was redefine demons.
How could balancing the Heavenly Dao possibly be so simple?
Li Changshou not only had to promote his own system of balance among living beings—the one of "humans, spirits, immortals, demons, devils, and ghosts"—
He also had to begin with the smallest details, accumulating little by little to form a force that constrained the Heavenly Dao. His ultimate goal was to use this to attain the Dao himself!
One's own Dao was the greatest safeguard for the future.
The battle within the Northern Continent Miasma Cloud twelve years ago had made Li Changshou understand many things.
Strength was the ultimate deciding factor, not one's position. Without that strength, even if a fortunate opportunity were thrown straight into one's face, one could not catch it—and might instead lose one's beloved's life.
A certain Ancient Red: I always feel like some rising wave keeps offending me one after another.
Now, whenever Li Changshou plotted anything, he asked himself one question: would this benefit his Dao?
Exterminating the demons of Northern Continent, dealing a heavy blow to the Demon Race's fate, and dragging the Demon Race into the ranks of the weak in this world would greatly