Yuan Ming took a deep breath and stepped forward, passing through the tall gates of the Heavenly Demon Cult.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the atmosphere changed completely. The oppressive aura he'd felt outside seemed to intensify, pressing down on his shoulders like an invisible weight.
Before him stretched a massive courtyard, easily large enough to fit several thousand people.
The architecture was imposing—dark stone buildings with red-tiled roofs rose on all sides, their corners adorned with demonic beast carvings that seemed to watch every movement below.
'So this is the Heavenly Demon Cult,' Yuan Ming thought, his eyes scanning the surroundings carefully beneath his hood.
He did not come here to play; there was a reason he dared to come to the heart of the cult, which was known to devour innocents and their offspring just to advance their cultivation.
