Shen Bao flew steadily toward the imperial palace of the Sea of Demons, his figure slicing through the air with practiced ease. Yet, as he approached the city, a sense of unfamiliarity began to creep in. The Sea of Demons, a place once defined by chaos, ruin, and fear, now pulsed with a vibrancy that was almost alien to him. It was as though the very soul of the place had shifted in his absence.
As he drew closer, he noticed the streets below teeming with activity. Crowds moved with purpose, decorating their homes, stringing up colorful lanterns, and hanging banners that fluttered in the breeze. The entire city had been transformed into a hub of celebration, and Shen Bao's frown deepened. The Sea of Demons had once been a place where laughter and joy were scarce commodities, buried beneath the weight of suffering. Yet here, now, there was something different—something festive in the air.
