The Purple-Gold lightning gradually faded in the void, revealing Little Lei's enormous body coiled at the center of the battlefield.
Lightning still danced across its scales, crackling in the void.
On the battlefield, millions of members of the Demon Race froze at the same instant.
Because they had no idea what they were looking at.
Immortal Realm Cultivators?!
How did they get here!? Why had they come!?
Countless eyes stared at the Purple-Gold Thunder Dragon in the void, then at the group standing atop its head, their minds filled with questions.
The Demon Realm had been sealed for untold tens of thousands of years. The vast majority of demons present had never seen an actual Immortal Realm Cultivator in their lives.
Yet now, living, breathing Immortal Realm Cultivators stood right before them.
Standing atop the head of a... dragon?
The creature certainly had the shape of a dragon. Its scales, claws, and tail all fit the description.
"What is that?!"
"A member of the Dragon Race? No... that aura isn't from the Dragon Race..."
No one could answer.
But no dragon would possess an aura like that.
Every demon present, regardless of cultivation, felt the same instinct at that instant: fear.
It was a trembling etched into their bones, one they only experienced when facing a heavenly tribulation.
In the distance, the three sovereigns of the Dragon Race stopped as well.
Ying You's draconic pupils abruptly contracted.
He could clearly see the group standing atop the Thunder Dragon's head.
Black robes, a jade crown, and behind him, humans, demons... and a donkey.
Immortal Realm Cultivators?
Here?
Now?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each so absurd that he wondered whether he had fallen under an illusion.
*How many years had the Demon Realm been sealed? How had Immortal Realm Cultivators