The Thunder Zephyr Ring, a colossal arc of lightning spanning hundreds of miles across, with a diameter reaching hundreds of millions of kilometers, was truly one of the great wonders of the Demon Realm. This Ring divided the realm into two distinct sectors: the central heartland and the outer periphery.

Fabregas City, where Fabregas resided, lay in the outer periphery, tens of thousands of miles away from the Ring itself. This outer territory was vast and boundless, inhabited only by lower-class demons and monstrous beasts.

Within the Thunder Zephyr Ring, however, resided the higher echelons of the demonic race. Apart from the Dragon Clan, the other major Royal Families all made their homes inside this boundary.

To reach the central heartland, one absolutely had to traverse the terrifying Thunder Zephyr Ring—a perilous expanse crackling with every conceivable type of lightning. It was nearly impossible for anyone below the rank of Demon General to survive passage through it, and even Demon Generals dared not venture into the Ring alone.

Because of this inherent danger, the Thunder Zephyr Ring functioned as a natural, impenetrable barrier between the core territories and the outer regions. Those born in the center could not leave until they achieved the Demon General standard, just as outsiders lacking that power could not enter.

Yet, perhaps due to the immense accumulation of Demonic Qi within the Ring, the central region boasted Demonic Qi concentrations hundreds of times greater than elsewhere. Consequently, any ambitious demon who managed to reach the Demon General level yearned to enter the center to further their cultivation.

Just outside the Thunder Zephyr Ring was a city known as Star-Thunder. Perhaps due to its proximity to the Ring, passing demons often stopped here to rest and recuperate before attempting the journey through the lightning storm, making Star-Thunder a remarkably bustling hub.

Inside a house in this very city, a figure with flowing blue hair, Ying Kongshi, stood silently in the main hall, his gaze chillingly fixed upon the few demons gathered below him.

“It has been so many days, why hasn’t the clan sent anyone? Do they not realize she is the key to birthing a new Demon King for our lineage?” Ying Kongshi roared at the peculiar-looking demons assembled beneath him, his anger barely contained.

For centuries, the Ying Family had been searching for a Pure Spirit Body. Legend held that offering the soul of a Pure Spirit Body to the Blue Demon God would grant the clan the deity's blessing, offering a chance for one of their own to inherit a fraction of the Blue Demon God's power and ascend to the realm of Demon King.

After hundreds of years of searching, they finally pinpointed the manifestation of a Pure Spirit Body in the human world. To avoid alerting others, the Ying Family Patriarch, Ying Zhan, had dispatched his own son to the human realm, hoping he could quietly retrieve the key individual. Unexpectedly, the son was slain by a human.

This time, having finally confirmed that the powerful human figures were absent from the Nine Provinces, Ying Kongshi secretly infiltrated the human world and successfully captured the target. He had expected to escort her back quietly, but somehow the news leaked. All along the route, they had been beset by ambushes—the Purple Flame Clan, the Blood Clan, the Silver Serpent Clan—all dispatched assassins determined to kill the sacrifice.

He had barely managed to escort her to this point, yet the clan reinforcements due to meet him were conspicuously absent. This fueled Ying Kongshi's fury, especially as he ran a hand over the fresh scars marring his own body. He found the situation absurd: he was the captor, yet he was forced into the role of bodyguard for his own hostage. What kind of predicament was this?

“My Lord, perhaps the other clans are meddling,” a creature whose face was covered in pulsating green pustules stated respectfully at this moment.

Hearing the man’s words, Ying Kongshi paused slightly, then let out a resigned sigh.

This time, it was his branch of the Ying Family—the Ying Kong Clan—that had located the Pure Spirit Body. According to the rules of the Blue Feather Tribe, the blessing of the Blue Demon God should fall to the Ying Family. However, the other great Royal Families did not wish to see another Demon King emerge from the Blue Feather lineage. Even the great houses within the Blue Feather Tribe itself could not tolerate the Ying Family achieving such prominence. Putting aside the other families, how could even the current Demon King of the Blue Feather Tribe, Yu Xuetian, countenance a new Demon King arising from the Ying Family?

Though they dared not act openly, they would certainly engage in clandestine sabotage and obstruction wherever they could.

But should he simply give up? His father had been at the peak of the Demon Lord Ninth Grade for over ten thousand years, currently holding that peak position—mere steps away from the Demon King realm. If they could secure the Demon God's blessing, achieving the Demon King body would be effortless. Having finally found the Pure Spirit Body, how could he possibly walk away now?

The birth of a new Demon King meant his Ying Family would no longer be subservient to the Yu Family; they could establish themselves independently. This represented the lifelong hope of his lineage, a goal he absolutely could not abandon.

“No matter the cost, we depart immediately and return to the clan!” After quickly weighing the critical factors, Ying Kongshi made his decision. With the pursuers from the other great royal clans close behind, waiting any longer risked being surrounded before his own family's aid could arrive. Even the extreme dangers of the Thunder Zephyr Ring could no longer be avoided.

Hearing their Lord's command, the others dared not voice any objection. Moments later, two gracefully built women emerged, supporting Luo Ling’er, who had awakened but whose cultivation had been completely sealed.

Luo Ling’er’s face betrayed no panic, no fear—only a trace of wistful sorrow, wondering if she would ever see Little Ye Zi again in this life.

Glancing once at Luo Ling’er, Ying Kongshi beckoned, and the entire group hurried rapidly toward the outside.

Just as Ying Kongshi and his party hastened toward the Thunder Zephyr Ring, a group of richly dressed men and women entered Star-Thunder City. Leading them was a woman of breathtaking beauty, clad in a flowing purple gauze skirt, drawing the gazes of countless passersby. However, upon catching sight of her violet eyes, no one dared to harbor any untoward intentions.

On her right hand, she held the hand of a little girl who appeared to be no more than ten years old. The girl possessed a fair, chubby face and enormous, innocent purple eyes that radiated pure innocence—a perfect portrait of 'Kawaii!'

“Sister, I miss Big Brother so much. I want to go see him,” the little girl looked up at the beautiful young woman and asked with utter naiveté, gently tugging the woman’s arm with her small hand.

“Alright, alright. As soon as we kill that Pure Spirit Body and stop the Ying Family’s sacrifice, I’ll take you to see him!” The woman sounded slightly impatient, yet she couldn't bring herself to be harsh with her younger sister.

“Hehe, Sister is the best! I promise I will help Sister kill that person with all my might!” Upon hearing her sister's promise, the little girl’s face broke into a radiant smile, even as she spoke of killing with such profound, guileless purity.