On Purple Sky Mountain.
Tai Shang stood impassively at the summit, gazing through the endless sea of clouds at the ten-million-strong Demon Race army surrounding the Immortal Clan's last thousand miles of territory.
Among them were figures from the myriad races of the Great Wilderness, as well as humans, who had once existed only in the Northern Wasteland.
Every race of the Eight Wastelands and Four Seas could be found within the Demon Race army.
But now, they were all members of the Demon Race.
Gathered here, the army formed from ten million living beings amassed an unparalleled martial force, its spirit surging to the stars, its presence majestic, its ranks magnificent.
Within Jade Capital beneath Purple Sky Mountain stood the Immortal Clan's final hundred thousand soldiers of the Immortal Army. Most were humans, though there were also qilin, nine-headed serpents, golden flame birds, heavenly wolves, and others.
They stood ready for battle, their eyes revealing an unyielding fighting spirit.
With the Demon Race army having advanced this far, everyone willing to surrender had already done so. Those who remained refused to surrender and had sworn to resist to the death.
Tai Shang also saw an Immortal Lord in white sitting cross-legged in midair, his drawn sword held across the front of the Demon Race army, facing ten million without a trace of fear.
Peerless in bearing, matchless in white-that was his sole disciple, Li Jing Bai.
There were soldiers of the Immortal Army sworn to defend the city to the death, and a disciple risking his life to resist the enemy.
Watching this scene, a trace of a smile finally rose upon Tai Shang's cold, emotionless face.
It was like ice frozen for a hundred thousand years beginning to melt.
The Tai Shang Forgets Emotion Method's influence over him