A day, one year later, on the surface of the Sea of Demonic Origin, renowned in the Ancient Devil Realm, a black-green giant vessel is drawn by several whale-sized Vivid Glass Beasts, speeding through the dark sea.
About a hundred feet above the sea, clusters of black fog roll turbulently, with silver arcs flashing intermittently, and faint rumblings of thunder can be heard.
At the front of the huge ship, a man and a woman are standing by the railing, gazing at the sea ahead.
"The Sea of Demonic Origin is said to be the birthplace of the Demon Clan, and the weight of demonic qi indeed lives up to its reputation. However, the chaos aura within is equally heavy. Ordinary demon clan members probably find it difficult to cultivate here," the man, with a faint golden complexion and expressionless, suddenly spoke.
