Ever since Xuan Guangqiao achieved the Tao and obtained the title of "Creator Saint," the Demon Clan completely renewed its chronological history, calling the days the "Creation Era"!

And every ninth day of the sixth month is the Creation Festival, to commemorate Xuan Guangqiao’s great kindness and immense virtue toward the Demon Clan! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After the brutal great war between the two races, the Creation Festival was soon upon them once again.

Although, due to some defeats in the war, some demon groups had lost the pillars of their households, and their days were far worse than before.

But overall, in the Endless Sea Area and the Western Desert Divine Continent, a joyful and lively atmosphere was still the main theme.

The ninth day of the sixth month.

The Creation Festival.

The sky was dim, and the sun had yet to show its face.

After a long while, faint fish‑belly white appeared in the distance, causing the blackness in the sky to gradually recede, and the land of the Western Desert slowly returned to daylight.

The Western Desert was mostly desolate, yellow sand filling the sky, with only a few oases suitable for habitation.

Restricted by the conditions of heaven and earth, even the Demon Clan could only barely maintain the earth veins of the Western Desert from collapsing; they could not develop too many oases.

Yet even so, the environmental conditions of the Western Desert Divine Continent were still superior to those of the Endless Sea Area, and it continued to stir the longing of many large and small demon clans.

At this moment, in a certain oasis, on a street with only a scant few Demon walking, there suddenly came a faint sound of footsteps.

It was the Overlord!

The Overlord strode forward. He looked around and saw every household hanging lanterns and streamers, a sea of bright red, incomparably festive.

Even the barracks at the very front lines were the same; such a scene was exceedingly cheerful.

"Dragon God Incense Body..."

Very soon, in the center of the street the Overlord saw a sacrificial temple.

Inside the sacrificial temple, a stone statue of a True Dragon with a coiled tail was enshrined.

The appearance of the coiled‑tail True Dragon was not particularly lifelike; it was quite rough.

Only, in the Overlord’s eyes, bit by bit, Belief Thought Power of incense fire was gathering around the stone statue of the coiled‑tail True Dragon, thereby endowing it with a faintly sacred, inviolable aura.

In the past, the ones worshiped in these sacrificial temples had been the Great Moon Saint, Han Jiuming.

But now, the ones worshiped in these sacrificial temples were already the Creator Saint, Xuan Guangqiao!

"I pray that Shuiyue can be happy every single day this year..."

"I hope the Great Saint will bless my son to return safely..."

"Great Saint above, let me make a huge profit tonight..."

Even though it was only early dawn, the sacrificial temple was already filled with demons coming and going.

One Demon after another knelt and kowtowed devoutly before the stone statue, repeatedly voicing their wishes.

The Overlord just stood to one side.

Clearly his figure and presence were so vast and imposing, yet not a single demon present could recognize his True Body.

"This myriad‑folk incense Belief Thought Power is not only poisonous, it’s also not something just anyone can make use of."

"It seems that if I want to bestow this vast power upon the Heavenly Horned Ant, that’s impossible."

"Unless... I, the Overlord, replace the Great Saint’s position!"

The Overlord quickly reached such a conclusion, feeling a pang of regret in his heart.

Today was the Creation Festival, the day when the Demon Clan’s myriad‑folk incense Belief Thought Power was at its most active.

He had originally hoped to see whether he could find a way for the Heavenly Horned Ant to continue growing stronger, but in the end he was greatly disappointed.

With a quiet sigh, the Overlord walked slowly out of the main hall of the sacrificial temple.

By this time, a theatrical stage had already been set up in the forecourt of the sacrificial temple, with several Demon performing upon it.

The Overlord gave it a glance, then withdrew his attention.

Because the repertoire these Demon were performing was nothing more than putting the Creator Saint’s deeds on the stage.

Every year, it was basically the same plays like "Four Direction Overlords" and "Might of the Great Saint," going back and forth, with much the same formula.

And because of this, even though the great demons Lin Wenti, Ye Qing, and Ye Jianfei had already fallen, since they had once crossed swords with the Creator Saint, they were thus able to have their names recorded in Demon Clan history.

As for the Dragon Sun Emperor’s Child, East Supreme Saint, he had left behind an even heavier stroke of ink!

"Bravo!"

"That damned East Supreme Saint, how despicable he is..."

"Lin Wenti and Ye Qing are out, haha, let Ye Jianfei come on instead!"

The common folk watched the performance on the stage, clapping and cheering, their emotions deeply stirred.

And at this moment, from the bodies of the countless living beings, bit by bit, Power of Incense Fire rose up, converging onto the Dragon God Incense Body.

...

The only thing that could be compared to the Creation Festival, or even more lively than it, was the Human Race’s Dragon Sun Festival.

Even though, at the border between the Western Desert Divine Continent and the Northern Region Divine Continent, the two races’ great armies were confronting each other and probing from time to time.

Yet time still surged forward like a river, never to return.

On a cold winter night, the darkness of night was like ink, and all things were silent.

The Dragon Sun Festival had arrived!

Only, this year, the Dragon Sun Festival, which in past years had been extremely bustling, had fallen into silence, especially in the Northern Region Divine Continent.

Thus, even though lanterns and streamers were hung all around, the old lively atmosphere was gone.

At this moment, Phoenix Creek Hong Yuan had arrived at Star Music Outcity, strolling through its streets.

He intended to observe up close the state of the Human Race’s Belief Thought Power of incense fire!

Inside the city, bright red lanterns could be seen everywhere, a scene of festive joy, filled with the atmosphere of the New Year.

Only, compared to the Demon Clan commoners’ faces, which were lit with genuine happy smiles as they celebrated the Creation Festival, the Human Race commoners, though they also wore smiles, had a hint of sorrow added to them.

Hong Yuan walked past Flower Street, past Moon Lake, past the painted pleasure boats...

The more he observed, the more astonished he became.

"Daddy, why are there so few dragon and lion dance teams this year?" On Flower Street, a cute little girl dressed in finery of red on top and white below, with two ram‑horn braids tied on either side, asked innocently.

The middle‑aged burly man picked the little girl up and placed her on his shoulders, sighing, "Maybe it’s because the night is too dark. Don’t worry, they’ll come back. Everything will come back."