Demon Realm.
Myriad Towers City.
Massive obelisks stood throughout the city, arranged in mysterious positions, radiating a savage aura. The entire city was like a formation.
A thick stench of blood and rot smeared through the air like oil.
Gigantic beasts of every shape hauled bloodstained carts in from all directions, delivering them into the city.
The Demon Race in the city stared blankly, their fur patchy and white, like livestock. They formed long lines, carried corpses on their backs, climbed the rough stone steps to the tops of the towers, and threw the bodies inside.
The corpses crashed down onto mountains of dead flesh.
One corpse after another slowly filled tower after tower.
Demon Race shamans in black robes, each holding a gemstone staff of a different color, chanted ancient shamanic songs as they slowly approached from all directions, heading toward Myriad Towers City.
Wherever they passed, grass withered yellow and streams ran dry.
Eastern Ding Kingdom.
Emperor Dongming stared at the hundred thousand soldiers before him, blinked, and sank into thought.
The gazes of Eastern Ding's high ministers swept across the waves of Entry Rank soldiers. Their mouths opened and shut again and again, yet they never knew what to say.
Eastern Ding's crown prince, Hou Duzhou, muttered in a voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, "I told you all, but you wouldn't believe me. Now that so many people have reached Entry Rank, according to the agreement, we have to send troops to guard the river. If we don't, divine lightning will fall from the heavens and strike these soldiers and us dead together. You all saw how those with divided loyalties were struck to death by lightning while cultivating. You can't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame Li Qingxian. Who would