Even from a distance, one could feel the astonishing fierceness of the flame. This was also why it was kept far from residential areas.

As it was a military stronghold, as soon as the group arrived at the outskirts, monsters were already guarding the area.

Several Demon Kings recognized them instantly. They all used to be famous monsters but had disappeared after the establishment of the Demon Court. Many people thought he had been killed, not realizing that he was hiding here.

"Your Majesty, Master Demon Master." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Yes, lead the way!"

Under his leadership, the group slowly entered the mysterious Military Armament Department.

Upon entering, an astonishing burst of fiery energy rushed toward them. Several monsters with lower Cultivation Levels quickly covered their faces, fearing the scorching burn of the dreadful fiery energy.

The guiding monster smiled and explained, "The furnace fire of our Military Armament Department is the Heart of the Earth Fire personally acquired by Master Lin Fang. Its power is extraordinary. Ordinary monsters simply cannot withstand such dreadful flames. Therefore, only a few Great Artisans are qualified to use the core furnace fire, while the rest of the craftsmen use flame drawn secondarily."

The group nodded solemnly at these words. They were not unworldly, and they naturally understood the importance of this furnace fire. The stronger the equipment and weapons, the higher the demands on the furnace fire.

This kind of Earth Core Furnace Fire could already be considered the top-tier furnace fire in the Three Realms. It was just too powerful and difficult to control, hidden deep within the earth, making it exceedingly difficult to extract.

With such fierce flames, ordinary craftsmen indeed lacked the ability to control them, let alone use them to craft equipment.

Entering the Military Armament Department felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden; everything seemed novel to them.

Many monsters thought they were well-traveled, but here, every item evoked their sincere admiration.

An endless array of new equipment dazzled them. Several Demon Kings couldn’t let go of the items in their hands, continuously pulling at the craftsmen beside them to inquire about their uses.

However, the craftsmen engrossed in their work were unwilling to bother with them, which frustrated the Demon Kings to the point of hopping mad.

But they did not get angry because of this. These craftsmen were treasures. Having witnessed the recent war, they clearly understood that in future wars, the influence of personal strength would decrease further, and the demand for equipment would rise daily.

But a good craftsman requires countless time and resources to train, it couldn’t happen overnight. Rarity makes something precious, thus the status of craftsmen became even more prominent.

Stepping out of the Military Armament Department, everyone felt a sense of unfulfillment. Everything that happened today underscored their own insignificance and ignorance.

They were full of hope for the current Demon Court.

Following that day, the Demon Clan began streamlining troops, selecting the most elite soldiers to form an army known as the Iron Wall, but where this army was headed remained unknown.

At some point, a rumor began circulating among the Demon Clan, suggesting that the Demon Clan had successfully founded the Demon Realm, where there was vast and fertile land, inexhaustible resources, and the most miraculous Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots. All the treasures of the Demon Clan were hidden there, including the elusive Military Armament Department.

This rumor quickly caught the attention of many scouts. There’s no smoke without fire, and they confirmed the accuracy of this rumor based on previously obtained intelligence.

Thus, finding the Demon Realm became a top priority.

Luming, wearing a green official robe, gently pushed open the gate of his small courtyard and admitted to himself that he didn’t want to return here at all.

Because every time he came to this courtyard, a voice inside would tell him that he was a traitor.

But this was his fate, and once he had chosen this path, he could never turn back.

"You’ve come a bit late this time,"

The Old Demon sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a smoking pipe and puffing out clouds of smoke.

In the eyes of those around him, the elderly man was a very fortunate, honest man whose son was clever and filial, having graduated from Bailu Academy and become a low-ranking official in the Demon Court, envied by all nearby.

However, he was extraordinarily honest, never scorning his neighbors for his son’s success; instead, he continued to greet them with a smile as usual.

If there was some busywork among the neighbors, he would be happy to help, and although he had moved in later, his popularity in the neighborhood was very good.

But his current appearance, probably, no one had ever seen.

Now, he no longer possessed his usual warmth but, on the contrary, his gaze was dark and vicious, like a poisonous snake choosing its prey, flashing dangerously.

"The coworkers called me out for a drink after work," Luming said softly.

He both hated and feared the old man before him, whose strength was unfathomable. He had always hidden in the Demon Capital without being discovered, and he certainly was no ordinary figure.

"I just hope you still remember who you are, and don’t think that just because I haven’t assigned you a mission for a long time, you are free," the old man said, narrowing his eyes and continuing to draw on his pipe.

A self-mocking, cold smile appeared on Luming’s face as he walked over and sat down on another stone bench, pouring himself a cup of tea before slowly speaking, "I’ve never deluded myself with hopes of freedom."

"From the day I met you, I knew there was no turning back for me."

Seeing this, the old man chuckled, "Having such awareness is good. In our line of work, harboring illusions is the biggest taboo. We only pursue cold, objective facts."

Luming didn’t respond, but instead, quietly sipped his tea before slowly asking, "Is there something you need from me this time?"

After all, it had been a long time since he had received a mission. He was well aware that since the war had ended, his role as a pawn had become limited, and he had also heard much of the affairs of the Heavenly Court, which probably didn’t have the resources to care about these matters.

"You know about the recent rumors, right?" the old man asked solemnly.

"You mean the rumors about the Demon Realm?" Luming nodded, for such famous rumors he had naturally heard.

"So, what do you think of this rumor?"

"Most likely it’s false. It might just be that Cave Heaven was mistaken for a world. I’ve heard that even the Dragon Clan failed to establish the Dragon Realm and the Buddhist Sect also tried and failed. The Demon Clan has been in decline for so many years; they don’t have the foundation to achieve this," Luming spoke calmly.

He had scoffed at this claim from the start, for the difficulty of establishing the Demon Realm was no mere talk; it was a path that remains unachieved to this day.