A river flowed between two banks of withered willows.
Buildings with black tiles and white walls stood scattered along a stone street, which stretched beside the river into the depths of the mountains.
The street bustled with people, though all of them differed from ordinary humans to some degree. These demons all bore traces of their demonic nature: some had prominent horns, while others had a pair of furry ears.
The scene before Su Mo differed from the Demon Realm he had imagined. As he understood it, demons should have lived in caves among the mountains.
Yet very few of the demons before him possessed any cultivation.
In that instant, Su Mo's impression of the word "demon" was overturned.
Seeming to notice Su Mo's confusion, Phoenix Woman explained beside him, "These are just ordinary people of the Demon Realm. They're like the mortals of your human race, all from ordinary households."
Su Mo opened his mouth and asked in confusion, "Why don't they have any cultivation? Don't demons come from beasts that cultivate?"
As Su Mo understood it, demons all came from beasts that cultivated. Since they came into being through cultivation, how could there be mortals among them?
The corner of Phoenix Woman's mouth twitched. Looking utterly puzzled, she asked, "Who told you that? Demons are demons. What do they have to do with beasts?"
"There's no difference between demons and humans, except that they're different races. Demons who cultivate are simply ordinary demons who took up cultivation."
"Throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only the Nether Clan of the Underworld has no mortals. All the other races are the same... except the Divine Race, too."
Su Mo frowned, not quite understanding.
"Why are there no mortals in the Underworld...?"
All Su Mo knew about the Underworld was