West State border.
Chu Yuan stood atop Canglong's head, his gaze fixed below, somewhat speechless.
In his line of sight.
Ahead lay West State.
Behind was Jingzhou, which neighbored West State.
The disparity between these two states...
Was truly quite substantial.
Chu Yuan looked at the border of the two states.
On Jingzhou's side, lush trees abounded, and a formidable pass stood within the border, as if to isolate everything from West State, generally speaking, it could be described as brimming with vitality.
As for West State...
It was nothing but desert.
Sandstorms filled the sky, desolate and uninhabited.
So much for the supposedly Sacred Land of the Demon Race, the Demon Race's headquarters.
Is this it? Just this?
"Ao Yu, are you sure this is the Sacred Land of the Demon Race?"
Chu Yuan hesitated for a moment before asking.
