The Nine Domains had always been deeply wary of the Devil Race.
Even in ordinary times, everyone avoided mentioning the Devil Race and refused to discuss it.
Most people in the Nine Domains deeply hated and loathed the Devil Race.
Yet in this world called the Niemo Domain, the Devil Race reigned supreme, and no one opposed them.
They had been in contact with the Nine Domains for many years.
Since the ancient Ancient Era, the Devil Race had been the rulers of the Niemo Domain.
Their roots ran deep here, their influence profound.
At this moment, somewhere within the void of the Niemo Domain.
This place had been swallowed by boundless devilish qi, dense blackness shrouding everything.
As though it had lain silent for countless years.
An ancient existence suddenly awakened and said faintly, "He... has finally come."
The void remained silent for a long while. No one replied.
That voice continued, "I knew it. One day, he would come.
"Because he is the greatest Devil King in this world."
As the voice fell, another voice beside it immediately rang out.
"Then what will become of us?"
"Everything has its destiny; not even half a point is up to man," the voice sighed.
Xu Zimo entered Chaotic Cloud Stream.
The mountain path was rugged, and wild grass grew thick beneath his feet.
Xu Zimo had not walked far before he heard someone's voice drifting over from nearby.
"Five cranes came from the northwest, soaring high into the Great Pure Sky.
Upon emerald clouds stood an immortal, calling himself Anqi.
I wished to ask him a question, but he drifted away like a falling star.
May I feast upon golden light grass, and let my lifespan rival Heaven's fall."
The man hummed the verses in a particularly strange