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This is a place nearly consumed by Demon Flame.
The world is vast and immeasurable, spanning tens of thousands of miles, all shrouded in a surging Demonic Qi.
There is nothing in this world.
Besides the Demonic Qi, there is only a mountain straight ahead.
At the foot of the mountain, fierce Demon Flames burn, turning the entire firmament crimson.
The mountains are steep, with rugged rocks protruding sharply.
Atop the mountain stands a person.
A figure with their back turned, their black robe dancing chaotically with the Demon Flames as if possessed by demons and monsters.
With the arrival of Xu Zimei, the man slowly turned around.
"I've been waiting for someone!"
His face was covered in Demon Seals, especially those eyes burning with Demon Flame.
They seemed to contain an unspeakable terror.
His body wasn't tall, but it exuded a grandeur.
The kind that seems to hold up the heavens and tread upon the galaxy.
