When Sovereign Withered Wood mentioned that there were still many rogue demonic cultivators roaming the segmentum and asked if Zhao Changhe wanted him to handle them, Zhao Changhe did not even bother to give those remnants a second thought.0

What truly concerned him was the possibility that Luo Chuan had an established base of operations. In the world of immortal cultivation, a stronghold meant danger of the highest order. A single cave abode made by a figure like Old Demon Han[1] could take several entire chapters just to describe. Such a cave abode could be filled with convoluted defenses and traps capable of driving invaders mad. Once the owner of the cave abode returned, those layered arrays would synergize with their power to devastating effect, turning any invasion into a massacre.0

Thankfully, Ye Jiuyou had unexpectedly sensed the location of Luo Chuan’s base.0

Now that they had drawn the snake from its hole and lured Luo Chuan to the Heavenly Tome’s domain, it was the perfect opportunity to strike and reduce his own base to ashes.0

Ye Wuming hovered silently in the skies, eyes cold and watchful.0

This was a newly formed world, radiating with a fierce, youthful vitality. Life burgeoned in every breath, as if all things had just been born. And yet, its nature was perilous to the extreme. This world resembled the purgatories and hells of legend. It was a space filled with lightning storms and seas of flames. The environment was extremely harsh, so even though it was vast, it was sparsely populated. 0

There were only a few demonic cultivators who occupied the land, each entrenched within a pocket of concentrated spirit qi, using it to forge their own cave abodes. But what the realm lacked in human presence, it made up for in exotic beasts, many of which...0