Dividing the regions where the human race, the Demon Race, and demon beasts lived.
Seeing off the Star Emperor who had broken through to level one hundred.
Conferring titles upon the various gods, perfecting the rules of the world, and so on.
Above the nine heavens, Yang Tian looked down at the human race, the Demon Race, demon beasts, and others coexisting as finely as sand on the ground; this was the true Holy Demon Continent.
Not only were there humans, but there were also the Demon Race and demon beasts, with all three parties developing together.
The divine artifact he refined was also called the Holy Demon Palace, and he was the Master of the Holy Demon Palace.
This ultra-powerful divine artifact drew upon the power of the world; it was the World Consciousness, and it was one with Yang Tian.
The Holy Demon World was it, and it was Yang Tian.
"I must continue to grow stronger. Even if I cannot reach that realm of the Ancestral Dragon, raising it by even a bit can make this world upgrade."
"Allowing me to endure the passage of time."
"That place, can I... still find it?"
Within the Main Hall of the Holy Demon Palace, Yang Tian muttered to himself.
He missed her, and he also yearned for that blue planet, and he had promised the request of the Ancestral Dragon.
"Gugu." Afterward, a little fellow poked its head out and let out a gugu sound.
It meant: Daddy, I will accompany you.
Everything was arranged properly.
The various gods were confined within the Holy Demon Palace to cultivate in seclusion, in pursuit of reaching a higher realm sooner.
If they wanted to go down, there was only one condition.
That was to renounce their divine positions, abandon their formidable