Bai Qingsong paced back and forth across the floor of the Demon Lord’s Hall in East Yao Prefecture, anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Whenever a member of the demon clan came to report the battle’s progress, he would kick them out without a second thought.
The reason was simple: every piece of news that reached Bai Qingsong’s ears was bad—no hint of good fortune.
Two days earlier, when he had led the demon army back into the Demon Realm, the campaign to overthrow Heaven had officially ended. Yet the first thing Bai Qingsong did upon his return was to brand Nie Wang, Demon Lord of Nirvana Prefecture, a traitor—and he had the proof to back it up.
During the Heavenly campaign, in broad daylight Nie Wang had slain Qu Congchun, the newly appointed Demon Lord of Jueque Prefecture. Countless witnesses had seen it with their own eyes—there was no disputing the fact. After killing Qu Zhengding, Nie Wang had not even bothered to explain; he had simply fled with his Nirvana Prefecture clansmen, abandoning the rest of the demon host in the Celestial Realm.
All were facts.
Thus, by common reckoning, the failure of this campaign lay squarely at Nie Wang’s feet. This traitor had caused the deaths of so many demon lords. Bai Qingsong, standing for justice, would see him punished.
In the Demon Realm, ritual justification mattered little—there was little difference between a justified cause and a petty quarrel. Yet Bai Qingsong now stood on the high ground of righteousness, and his prestige soared. Moreover, countless demon clansmen had fallen in the Celestial campaign; their kin, inflamed by his speech, boiled with rage.
At Bai Qingsong’s command, they formed an alliance to hunt down the traitor, marching in overwhelming force toward Nirvana Prefecture. He likewise gathered all his strongest underlings, intent on annihilating Nie Wang in one fell swoop—and cementing his claim to the Demon Throne.
Everything seemed to go according to plan—until Nie Wang, with the aid of a mysterious woman, cut down each of Bai Qingsong’s vanguard in turn, then, invincible, led the clansmen of Nirvana Prefecture in a desperate counterattack. Nie Wang cried out that he would spare those who surrendered, then launched his full-scale assault.
Some demons still wished to kill the traitor, but lacked the strength. They either fell or capitulated—and those with iron will met their ends at the hands of the mysterious woman.
Soon the attackers became the besieged. Now it was Nie Wang pressing into East Yao Prefecture.
With his forces unstoppable, Bai Qingsong had no choice but to send his chief steward, Jiao Tian’ao, bearing a communication stone, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° to the Underworld in hopes that Ye Yu—who had promised to come—would answer the call. Otherwise Bai Qingsong might truly die here.
“Report, Demon Lord,” a demon clan envoy burst into the hall. “The rebel Nie Wang has led his troops into East Yao Prefecture. In half an hour at most they’ll reach the Demon Lord’s Hall. Please make your preparations.”
A cold dread swept through Bai Qingsong. Half an hour until they arrived? Fight or flight—that was the question.
If he stayed and fought, he had only two demon lords of Demon Sovereign rank at his side, let alone half-step Emperor Realm experts. They could never stand against the mysterious woman.

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