That night.
Wangshu hung in the heavens, its flowing silver moonlight lending a touch of understated elegance to the golden splendor of the Demon Capital.
As the largest gathering place for living beings in the Eternal True World, the Demon Capital still glittered with lights that stretched into an unbroken sea.
Even at night, countless vendors called out their wares along the streets. Entertainment venues had opened their doors as well-gambling houses, brothels, and more. It was a picture of prosperity.
Meanwhile, flocks of crows wheeled incessantly above the Demon Capital.
On the streets, one or two Heavenly Martial Guards in the uniforms of the Heavenly Martial Directorate had also appeared, patrolling around particular streets.
Everything seemed unchanged, but at the Heavenly Martial Directorate's headquarters, Wu Xuan wore a grave expression. It was too quiet! He had formed a preliminary assessment of the Blood Corpse God's strength, yet so far, there had been no major disturbance anywhere in the Demon Capital.
This was partly due to the Demon Capital's sheer size. As the imperial capital of the Demon Race, it was large-enormous, in fact. More than a trillion demons lived there permanently, and immense numbers passed through its four gates to the north, south, east, and west every day.
Though Wu Xuan was reasonably powerful, monitoring every detail across the entire Demon Capital remained a tremendously difficult undertaking.
But Wu Xuan could no longer concern himself with all that. The Prince's orders had been clear: he had only tonight.
On the outskirts of the Demon Capital's Green District, near the eastern gate, lay what could be considered the capital's "slums."
Yet even the slums were almost as lively as the city center. The only difference was that the "liveliness" here went unchecked. Drunken demons fighting while other demons gathered