A year later.
Two white streaks of light cut across the vast blue sky above the Southern Demonlands.
Ji Yuan rode his streak of light and looked down at the boundless, primeval sea of forest, his heart filled with emotion.
He had traveled all the way from Demon East, crossing far more than a million miles. What he had seen and heard had given him an entirely new understanding of the Demon God Continent.
This place was utterly unlike the Kunwu Continent, where he had been before.
Throughout Kunwu's regions, teleportation formations linked cities large and small in every direction.
Even an unremarkable little city had a Basic Teleportation Formation, making travel exceedingly convenient for cultivators.
But on the Demon God Continent, teleportation formations were rare treasures.
Apart from a handful of major Demon Race strongholds such as Fury Demon City, most tribes had none at all. Even several powerful First-Grade tribes relied on flying to get around.
Ji Yuan had found it unbelievable at first. Only later had he come to understand that the Demon Race prized bloodlines and brute strength. They looked down on the delicate work of formations and Talismans practiced by the Human Race, let alone spending vast resources to build teleportation formations.
Over time, the Demon God Continent had become the wilderness it was today, its raw, rugged character evident everywhere.
"Brother Long, the Azure Luan Mountains are just ahead. We're finally here."
Ying Ning's voice drifted over through sound transmission, carrying a note of relief.
Ji Yuan gathered his thoughts and gazed into the distance.
At the far edge of the sky, an immense mountain range rose from the earth, its peaks undulating beneath wreaths of cloud and mist.
Towering trees filled the mountains, each several arm spans around. Their lush branches and leaves