Chu Feng traveled far and came to the ancient mine where the demon ancestor’s cauldron was buried. He stood guard here.
The starry skies were filled with discussions about him. The appearance of the great demon Chu had caused a great commotion. The Yang-realm heavenly venerate had died in the great abyss, but he had survived.
Some people thought that they had entered demon Chu’s must-kill list and that their days were like years. They were uneasy and were hiding in no-man’s land in the starry skies. There were also some who were excited and were discussing fervently on platforms such as the black blood and origin beasts.
But all of this had nothing to do with Chu Feng. He didn’t have the leisure to pay attention to these things. He was quietly waiting for the demon cauldron to come out of seclusion.