Although the Demon Realm was also one of the Spirit World's many lower realms, the Demon Clan's bloodline talents, reproductive capacity, and the spoils of numerous planar wars had made it one of the stronger lower realms.
There had even once been a genius Great Demon who successfully reached the middle Divine Transformation stage within the Demon Realm!
The entire sky of the Demon Realm was blood-red. A gigantic red sun hung overhead by day, and a blood moon rode the sky at night. Even the air seemed to carry a faint scent of blood.
Yet beneath this blood-red sky, numerous towering stone totems of wild design stood on a lush grassland.
These stone pillars appeared crudely carved, bearing images of various exotic beasts and exuding a primitive aura.
Though the stone carvings seemed rough, that very roughness lent them a primal quality.
The surfaces of the many totems were already soaked in thick blood, and numerous crudely interconnected channels ran across the ground, also filled with scarlet blood.
Who knew how long this blood had been there? Not only had it not dried up, but it occasionally bubbled and even flowed slowly through these gently sloping channels, as though alive.
It was as if these channels were blood vessels, forcibly joined into a single whole!
In the nearby sky hovered several Demon Clan magic ships resembling goblin airships. Their overall design was equally wild, but their ability to fly gave them a peculiar beauty.
"Half a year has passed. Why haven't they contacted us?"
A handsome figure in golden robes frowned slightly aboard one of the airship-like magic ships.
He had a flame-shaped mark between his brows, and a few tufts of gold-and-white feathers beside his ears.
He was the young patriarch of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan, the