The Current World, Southern Continent, Demon Country.
In the heartland of the Demon Country, two Divine Mountains stood side by side. On one, a grand palace was built where Demon officials came and went. Immortals and giants moved about unceasingly.
Occasionally, one could even spot Great Powers of the third and fourth levels of the Celestial Realms. In a sense, it was the Demon Country's [Imperial City].
Or, more accurately, its [Imperial Palace].
As for the other Divine Mountain, it shot straight up, with no winding mountain paths, no plants, no beasts, and not even many rugged rocks.
It was less a mountain and more a [Pillar].
This mountain was named the Buzhou Pillar.
At the mountain's peak.
"Merciful Buddha!"
The half-dead Buddha rolled his eyes and pleaded patiently,
"Oh, Emperor, we are old acquaintances, after all. There's truly no point in suppressing me here. Neither the Goddess nor Haotian will risk coming for me..."
Gouchen looked up indifferently.
