Outside Golden Ao Island, in a stretch of void unnoticed by anyone.
Dark and fathomless.
There was no light, no sound. Even the passage of time seemed to have frozen here.
Only waves of an aura that made scalps prickle and hair stand on end churned through this deathly silent void.
That aura was chilling and uncanny beyond measure, as though it rose from the deepest abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, or seeped through cracks in the endless Demon Realm. Within a radius of ten million li, any living being with even a trace of spiritual awareness would instinctively feel its heart seize, as though an invisible venomous serpent lurked in the darkness, flicking its tongue and watching everything.
The reason was simple.
This was a space Demon Ancestor Luohu had carved out himself.
In other words, it was now Luohu's own cultivation sanctuary.
Ever since Gu Changqing had spared him and allowed him to remain at Golden Ao Island, Luohu had not lived in any of the island's cave abodes.
With his temperament as the Demon Ancestor, spending every day among the Interception Sect's disciples was bound to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Moreover, Luohu needed an undisturbed place to restore his cultivation and rebuild the foundations of his Devil Dao.
Thus, using his remaining Devil Dao laws as a guide, he had carved out this deeply concealed space within a fissure in the void outside Golden Ao Island.
There were no sun, moon, or stars here, no mountains, rivers, grass, or trees.
There was only boundless darkness, and everything manifested from Luohu's own Devil Dao laws.
The ground was an expanse of ink-black earth where not a blade of grass grew. Yet dark red demon marks could faintly be seen flowing deep beneath it, like underground magma, or some ancient,