Three months later.
After a long journey, Jiang Yang, Bai Weiwei, and Di Yaoji arrived near Demon Capital City.
The Demon Realm had changed greatly, so they had not hurried, instead taking in the sights as they traveled.
On the main road outside the city.
Even here, the flow of "people" was already immense, with humanoid members of the Demon Race coming and going along the broad road.
This truly opened Bai Weiwei's eyes.
Because their cultivation was incomplete, most members of the Demon Race had not fully transformed, resulting in all manner of bizarre appearances.
Yet they maintained strict order, clearly not daring to act recklessly near the Demon Capital.
Here, they were merely ordinary demon citizens.
Beneath the sunlight.
Jiang Yang and his two companions walked with the crowd along the side of the road leading to the city gates, gazing at the Demon Capital just ahead.
The Demon Capital had towering, majestic walls. These white-jade-like walls looked beautiful, but were in fact exceedingly hard.
Units of demon troops patrolled atop the walls. They looked exceptionally spirited, and their transformations were complete, clearly having cultivated a perfected method of the Demon Race.
The entire Demon Capital stood upon the land at the center of the Demon Realm. Most striking of all was the towering palace at the center of the city, its spire reaching into the clouds.
This palace could be seen even from far away.
It had not existed in Jiang Yang's time, either.
They had stopped and started throughout their journey. Jiang Yang spoke little, but the two women had never stopped chatting.
Bai Weiwei was awed by sights she had never seen, while Di Yaoji eagerly introduced her homeland, entirely devoid of the gloom she had once carried as the Yin-Yang School's "Eastern Emperor Taiyi."