Northern State.
One hundred thousand li away from Wuyun Mountain, at the foot of a mountain called Mount Qinghong.
The sun, under the blue sky, couldn't penetrate the yellow sand that filled the air, casting the Northern State in perpetual gloom.
Yibai and Huang Xu were at the foot of the mountain, planning to climb it.
"Grand Marshal, has the Northern State always been like this, without distinction between day and night?"
Huang Xu, while walking, spoke.
"Indeed, it is mostly because the Northern King came up with a method to suppress the demons with the sun."
Yibai glanced up at the sky and said.
He had to admit that the perennial yellow sand in the Northern State indeed allowed the demons to not fear sunlight.
However, the demons were no longer afraid of sunlight, rendering the yellow sand useless.
"Grand Marshal, is this Northern King truly so formidable?"
Huang Xu asked curiously.
