These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

A city appeared before them.

She felt a sense of familiarity, but she didn't know what this city was or why it had suddenly appeared in this desert.

Until snow fell from the sky, covering the heavens and earth, as if to drape everything in a silver coat or a silver coffin.

She could see no one else; she could only walk alone into this city, which was covered in wind and snow.

She entered the city.

"bass!"

Almost instantly.

The fires on the surrounding city walls were all lit up, and the entire city was laid out before his eyes.

Looking at the strange, otherworldly appearance of the house, Bai Youwei suddenly remembered something.

She seemed to finally understand what this city really was.

Suddenly, the name of this city appeared in my vivid yet hazy memories.

"Demon's Descent..."

What kind of place is Demon City?

It is the capital of the Northern Desert Demon Realm, and also the place where the demon race suffered the most casualties in recorded history.

Even more so...

She took a step and felt her steps were as difficult as if she were sinking into a quagmire.

Looking down, I saw that my feet seemed to have sunk into a pool of bloody mud.

No... it wasn't mud, it wasn't swamp, it was blood, large swathes of bright red blood, as if it had just flowed from the body.

Bai Youwei turned her head again and saw the corpse lying on the ground.

He had no color in his body; his face was deathly pale, as if he were already dead.

Her steps began to falter.

The snow kept falling from the sky, but even such a heavy snowstorm could not extinguish the torches on the city wall.

She could only walk like a puppet.

Looking at the collapsed houses, now burning fiercely.

Looking at the gruesome corpses lying on the ground, she seemed speechless.

They could only walk forward listlessly and woodenly.

Strangely, she always felt a sense of familiarity with these people who had never met her, who were lying dead on the ground.

This familiar feeling drew me forward.

A thin layer of ice and snow covered the ground, and Bai Youwei left long footprints.

Within the city, which seemed to be covered by wind and snow, there was not only deathly silence, but also immense sorrow.

Why am I sad...?

In the city of demons, she finally walked to the end in a daze.

It was like a dead city, with corpses everywhere, a horrific scene of blood flowing like rivers.

The snow gradually buried and covered it, as if it could be forgotten.

But when she looked up...

Two corpses, a man and a woman, were hanging on the city wall.

The man was wearing armor, but his helmet had been removed.

The woman was dressed in gorgeous clothes, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were closed.

Upon seeing the two of them, Bai Youwei seemed to lose her soul. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly, trembling gently.

Her once beautiful face was now deathly pale.

It was as if one could not feel the biting wind and snow, because one's heart was colder than one's body.

She couldn't help but mutter it aloud.

"Father, mother..."

That's right, my memory doesn't lie.

When she saw the two corpses, she realized that the people hanging on the city wall were her parents.

They were his parents who died in the Nalan tribe's conspiracy to usurp the throne.

Bai Youwei, who was sent away almost at birth, had never met the two of them, but she could recognize them at a glance—it was a memory that had been sealed away in her body for a long time.

It naturally fills my mind.

The wealth and memories his parents had deliberately left him told him that these were his parents, and this was the City of Demons...

This is how the Nalan tribe stormed into the Demon City and finally overthrew the long-standing rule of the Garan people.

Killing their own parents and displaying them on the city wall... a day that nearly wiped out the Garan people.

This day was one of the biggest upheavals in the Northern Desert Demon Realm, and also the most shameful day for their own people.

She had never even met her parents, but Bai Youwei couldn't help but let hot tears stream down her face.

Large drops of snow fell onto the ground in front of my toes. The teardrops fell into the snow layer, then formed a hole, and sank deeper and deeper until the tears themselves turned into glistening snow beads.

"Father! Mother...!"

She cried out in a somewhat pitiful tone.

But only her own voice echoed; no one responded to her immense sorrow and utter helplessness.

The wind and snow blew fiercely, as if to sweep away even flesh and blood, but Bai Youwei felt nothing at all from the biting cold.

No one is responding...

Why did I have to come here and witness all of this...?

Through her teary eyes, Bai Youwei seemed to recall some crucial information, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

She stared blankly at the city wall until...

"Heh, there are still remnants of the Garan people."

Bai Youwei instantly looked up and saw a huge, imposing figure where the tattered banners fluttered.

He wore a half-skull mask, which gleamed with gold, while the other half of his face was grotesque and covered in scars.

Bai Youwei's eyes widened instantly; she immediately realized who the other person was.

That was a face that remained deep in my memory, a face that my parents insisted I see.

That was the Nalan tribe leader who led his army to the city walls, broke through the walls, and slaughtered the entire Garan tribe...

That is, the new generation of Demon Lord of the Northern Desert Demon Realm.

Nalan Jie.

The moment Bai Youwei saw Nalan Jie, her body trembled almost uncontrollably. Her eyes were fixed on the man, but she had no sword in her hand, only her fists.

He kept muttering to himself, but his voice trembled.

“Nalan Jie…Nalan Jie…”

The man stood on high up, coldly watching Bai Youwei.

"Heh, so you're an orphan... What, are you seeking revenge? If so, why don't you come forward and take my life?"

The other party's words echoed throughout Demon City.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from all around.

"An orphan!"

"An orphan!"

"An orphan!"

Bai Youwei didn't see anyone else around her at all, but the noise kept growing louder and louder.

It was as if a vast army was lying in ambush outside the city, waiting for him to walk right into their trap.

Bai Youwei clenched her fists, wanting to take a step forward.

Her body seemed to be controlled by some inexplicable force, making it extremely difficult for her to even lift her leg.

Was the snow so deep that she had no way to escape and run towards the man who had wiped out her clan?

Is it because the wind and snow are too heavy, obscuring your vision and making you seem blind to the hatred in front of you, unable to take a step?

Bai Youwei slowly raised her arm and looked at her palm.

It was covered in sweat and trembling violently under its eyes, almost uncontrollably.

Only then did Bai Youwei realize that no one was blocking her way—not the wind and snow, not the Demon City, and not the Demon Lord of the Nalan tribe atop the city walls.

It's not your own fear.

I'm afraid.

She was afraid of all of this.

It was as if she finally understood that her repeated vows to avenge her people and to restore the glory of the Garan people in the Northern Desert were meaningless.

But when the other party appears in front of you, and it is highly likely that everything is fake, the fear in your heart still seems to overwhelm everything.

She lacks confidence in herself.

They were even more terrified of his strength.

The overwhelming shouts made her realize her own insignificance and insignificance.

But it was only the man standing on the city wall that made me realize my own weakness and vulnerability.

So this is what it feels like to face your enemy?

"If you don't even dare to seek revenge, why do you appear before me?"