The First Heaven, a place where the moon is ever-present. A place reeking of sulfur and the cultivation of resentment. A place where immortals who aren't demons end up dead.
A prison for trapped and vengeful souls.
A dungeon where the immortal demon king, Mo Yuan, rules with an iron fist.
The immortal demon king walked down the path made up of the ribs of every immortal beast the brave king had conquered in the past immortal years. The demons by his right and left all crossed their hands over their chest and fell on one knee in submission. His long, blood-red robe trailing behind him as he made his first appearance before his followers after another failed attack on the Fourth Heaven.
They had heard how their king had been cursed by one of the white dragons and they all gazed worriedly at him, ready to do anything to save their demon king from this curse. Their thirst for the blood of the dragons only grew at the weakened state of their king.
