The Star Sea encircled it, holy radiance shot into the heavens, and the entire Demon Realm turned into a vast expanse of white, completely shrouded by Fang Yun's great power.
The Saints and Ancestors peered inside with all their might, but could only make out indistinct shadows—an ancient ship, mountain ranges, the turning of the four seasons, the flourishing and propagation of life.
They did not know what had happened, but they all guessed.
Fang Yun had planned long ago to devour the entire Demon Realm when he advanced to Saint Ancestor.
He would turn the Demon Realm into the strength of himself and the Human Race, propelling the Human Race to the very summit of the Myriad Worlds.
Otherwise, at the Human Race's current rate of development, it would take far too long to become the Lord of the Myriad Worlds, and they would inevitably be strangled by the Demon Barbarians.
"Awoo, aw oo, aw oo..."
From within the white Literary World came a sudden discordant cry. Then, one after another, Nethernight White Demons—each several times skinnier than before—rushed out of the Literary World. As they flew toward distant space, they kept turning back and howling at the Literary World, their cries brimming with fury and helplessness.
The Saints and Ancestors froze for a moment. Looking closely, they saw that the Nethernight White Demons' auras had plummeted; they could even be called weak.
"Ancestor Fang did not even spare the Nethernight White Demons?"
"No wonder the Demon Barbarians call Fang Yun 'Fang the Skinner'..."
"Poor Nethernight White Demons. They must have contributed quite a bit of power to Ancestor Fang's new Literary World."
Just as the Saints and Ancestors chatted with glee over others' misfortune, Fang Yun's voice suddenly came from amid the boundless holy radiance.
"Destiny is ever-changing,