"Heavenly Court!"
Di Jun gazed at the towering immortal court, and the words slipped from his lips involuntarily.
This was not a name Di Jun had devised. Rather, upon seeing the immortal court, the name had inexplicably come to him.
Clearly, this was ordained by heaven.
Di Jun was destined to obtain the Heavenly Court.
Although Ling Feng had practically plundered the Heavenly Court bare, its fortune was tremendous. After a thousand years of recovery, it had almost returned to its original state.
Only the innate supreme-grade spiritual root, Ren Water Flat Peach, had been spirited away ahead of time by Ling Feng.
"This is the Heavenly Court?!"
As realization dawned, Di Jun was filled with soaring ambition. "The Thirty-Three Heavens represent the pinnacle of heaven. With our Demon Race ruling the Heavenly Court and looking down upon the Primordial World, we are destined to become its overlords!"
Di Jun threw back his head and laughed. This sacred Heavenly Court pleased him immensely.
Here, ten thousand shafts of golden light rolled through crimson rainbows, and a thousand streams of auspicious energy breathed purple mist.
The Southern Heavenly Gate was deep blue, fashioned from glazed crystal; dazzlingly bright, adorned with precious jade... One glance revealed it as a blessed paradise.
With such a sacred land in its possession, the Demon Race was certain to flourish!
All the great demons understood this. Each was wild with joy, their excitement overflowing across their faces just like Di Jun's.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! With this sacred land, the day our Demon Race rules the Primordial World is close at hand!"
The ten Demon Sages bowed with clasped hands, offering Di Jun their congratulations.
Seeing this, Di Jun's laughter gave way to an impassioned expression. "The glory of the Demon Race will depend upon you all.