Demon Race, Royal City, Star-Inquiring Mountain.
At the mountaintop stood an ancient, unadorned altar.
An elderly turtle Yaoguai with a stooped figure held nine fragments of turtle shell and tossed them into the air.
Muttering an incantation, the Yaoguai's shell began to glow. Mysterious runes spilled from the shell on the Yaoguai's back and merged into the fragments suspended in midair.
The fragments sometimes gathered into a complete turtle shell, and sometimes scattered, moving rapidly.
Bang!
At last, the nine shell fragments fell across the altar.
The turtle Yaoguai carefully studied where the fragments had landed and performed calculations on fingers for a while before descending from the altar and approaching a nearby clearing.
There, the Demon King and several elders were waiting.
"Elder Turtle, thank you for your efforts. Have you obtained a result?" the Demon King asked, stepping forward.
"My king, fewer than three months remain before the Great Age begins," the turtle Yaoguai answered respectfully.
"The Human Clan's fortune has flourished for thirty thousand years, monopolizing the world's Spiritual Essence, while the myriad races could only struggle over the limited fortune left to them.
"At last, the day when fortune changes hands has arrived!" Anticipation filled the Demon King's eyes as he looked toward the Human Clan.
"My king, you have worked tirelessly to strengthen our race all these years. Under your leadership, the Demon Race will surely forge a glorious future!" the turtle Yaoguai said with a smile.
"The Human Clan's prestigious sects suffered devastating losses fighting the Otherworld Ruins. I thought the Human Clan's fortune would crumble from within, but who could have expected the Demon Sect to lose its mind and cooperate with the prestigious sects?
"What a pity. Righteousness and evil cannot coexist-who could have foreseen this?
"The Human Clan is no longer