Winter in the third spring; white snow concealed its edge.
At this time, bitter winds swept the Black Tortoise Yao Realm, and for some unknown reason, a blizzard had begun.
Mist, world, uncanny phenomena, and space were all buried beneath the white snow.
Relatively speaking, a complete world became somewhat safer beneath a covering of snow, but for a world on the verge of destruction and the Demon Race struggling at death's door, this was an apocalyptic disaster.
Since Six Spirits fled, the rules had begun shattering across vast areas. The remaining members of the Demon Race here had neither rules nor powerful beings to protect them. With the Other Shore Sea's power constantly seeping in and the lingering Black Sea power showing signs of boiling over again, all these factors combined meant that scarcely one in a hundred of the demons from before had survived until now.
Even the various Yao Emperor factions that used giant beasts as boats, seeking to cross World Death, suffered devastating losses.
Every day, giant beasts died for no apparent reason, and the various Yao Emperor factions hiding within them also suffered terrible losses, ultimately having no choice but to move out.
Even Kun, that world-sized giant beast, had submerged into the depths of the Heavenly River lately, rarely showing itself.
Fortunately, the great Azure Dragon Yao Emperor had recently shown immense mercy, opening his gates and promising that the Demon Race within the Black Tortoise Yao Realm could migrate into the Three Realms. Thus, the Black Tortoise Demon Race's roots had not been completely severed.
Beneath the apocalypse, having a supreme sovereign of the Demon Race to shelter them was a blessing amid misfortune.
At that moment.
Deep within the Black Mountain Range of the Black Tortoise Yao Realm stood a Temporary Camp