At the summit of Zhou Mountain.
Jiang Yang stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, his white robes snapping in the wind. Facing the setting sun, he felt the wind of the wilds and looked down over the Great Wilderness.
The concentration of transcendent energy in the world of the Third Epoch exceeded his imagination.
No wonder, in the Golden Crow's memories, Earth had given birth to so many transcendent beings during this period.
As he contemplated the natural world of the Third Epoch, he recalled the reports his Demon Race subordinates had submitted.
A month earlier.
He had sent the Demon Race powerhouses who remained loyal to the Golden Crow down the mountain to travel throughout the Eastern Wasteland, ordering the demons who had returned to their ancestral lands to come to the Royal Court on Zhou Mountain for an audience.
But things had gone anything but smoothly. Many tribes of the Eastern Wasteland had personally witnessed Tai Shang punch through the Golden Crow's chest and kill him on his throne.
And by this point, a year had already passed.
Now demons from Zhou Mountain were telling them that the Golden Crow had not died, that he had come back to life. Who would dare believe it?
"The Golden Crow was killed by Tai Shang of the Human Race on the throne of Zhou Mountain, witnessed by all the demons. Now you go about proclaiming the dead Golden Crow's decrees. What exactly are you trying to do?"
Some cautious tribal chiefs asked this.
Other tribal powerhouses, more violent in both methods and temper, killed the demon messengers outright and jeered loudly.
"Demonic lies to mislead the masses!"
Still other, cleverer tribal chiefs sensed something amiss.
They did not really believe the Golden Crow had returned to