Deepest within the boundless Demon Abyss.
Gale-force demonic winds, as viscous as physical substance, roared eternally. In this destructive tempest, piles of demonic bone dust and the origins of Calamity Filth—accumulated over countless eons—surged and drifted, emanating a foul, resentful aura vile enough to make even a Golden Immortal frown and hold their breath.
The retrograde passage of the Demon Realm hung in the vault of heaven like a jagged wound, continuously spewing out primal lightning originating from the extraterrestrial Demon Realm. Every flash of purple-black lightning left lingering spatial cracks in this chaotic micro-realm that refused to heal for a long time.
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