Demon Clan's Demon Court.
Here, the sun and sky were unseen year-round, isolated from the Martial World. A massive black fog shrouded everything, and the heavy seawater lay undisturbed. Previously, this place resembled the legendary Land of Oblivion, absorbing all sound and light from the world. But now, it rumbled with noise. Divine light shot straight into Cloud Soar, vaguely condensing into a grand vision of True Dragons roaring and phoenixes crying out, compelling a group of the Demon Clan's ancient wills to intervene and conceal the phenomenon.
BANG!
Another thunderous explosion. The void shattered, the cracks spreading like those on a broken porcelain bowl—a terrifying sight.
A pale blue divine bird suddenly appeared, flapping its wings and calming the turbulent phenomena.
"Xuan Guangqiao's strength has greatly improved, eh?"
"Indeed. His progress is so rapid, advancing by leaps and bounds, that I can hardly believe it."
