'The Demon Race is attacking the Eastern Domain... What a coincidence. Could it have something to do with me?'
Bai Zichen went through the messages on the Memory Stone one by one. The last message was scrawled hastily, as if smeared on in a rush.
He figured the person must have been in a hurry, rushing into the Star Palace Secret Realm to leave the message before immediately departing.
A war between the Human-Demon Races, one worthy of the name, would be no small-scale conflict.
In the coastal cities, the situation was always treacherous, with demonic gales and furious waves constantly lashing the shores.
Tens of thousands of mortals dying or getting injured, or even entire cities being breached and annihilated, were not uncommon occurrences. It happened every few years.
Aside from pursuing and killing the demons as they retreated, the few Nascent Soul Major Sects of the Eastern Domain didn't dare venture deep into the Outer Sea to fight.
