A silver-white moon hung in the sky, with cold stars filling the entire sky.
The light of the cold moon spilled onto the ground at the foot of Tianyong Mountain, making the ground look as if it was covered with a layer of frost.
The rooftops of nearby villages were blanketed with a snowy white, and a festive atmosphere emanated from the houses, with everyone gathered around a pot.
Mutton was being cooked in the pot, filling the air with an enticing aroma.
No one noticed the scene on the big tree at the village entrance.
On the big tree sat a man with long golden hair, his face entirely golden, holding a Ghost Head Scepter, and riding a ferocious beast of strange appearance.
"Sect Master of Tianyong Mountain, how dare you attack my Demon Path disciples!"
The Demon Emperor bared his teeth, then took out a bundle from his chest.
He gently shook the bundle, and tiny Xuanming Beasts scattered into the wind, carried along by it everywhere.
