A large number of martial arts practitioners have recently appeared in the imperial city of Shanghai.

As sworn enemies, the two sides were extremely hostile to each other when they met.

Martial cultivators harbored strong resentment towards demonic cultivators, and demonic cultivators felt the same way. Especially after learning that the martial cultivators had been attacked and seriously injured by Wan Zhi, it was already quite kind of them, as enemies, not to take advantage of the situation. To actually ask them to save him was simply incomprehensible.

"I disagree! I absolutely disagree!"

The Demon Elder was furious at the Demon Child's siding with outsiders.

"Lord Demon Prince, you are our leader! You have done so much for those martial artists, have you ever seen them grateful to you? Think about how they have treated you."

Now it is Wan Zhi who has his eye on them. If you really think about it, Wan Zhi is at least a demonic cultivator.

If Wan Zhi were to truly unleash his power and kill two Martial Saints and these elite martial cultivators, the martial cultivators would certainly suffer heavy losses. Would they dare to attack again in the short term?

"Master Demon, this is just your one-sided view."

Seeing that Bai Yu Zhenjun could not persuade the Demon Elder, Shang Yanting, who was originally outside, pushed open the door and rushed in.

Upon seeing Shang Yanting enter, the Demon Elder was startled, "How did you get in?"

“Senior Demon Elder, although Wan Zhi is a demon cultivator, he is definitely not someone who would consider the interests of other demon cultivators.”

Shang Yanting didn't answer his question. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, and a huge boulder crashed to the palace floor. The raccoon he was holding stared at the boulder with its eyes practically popping out of its head. It was a boulder from the Prisoner's Shore Pool, which Shang Yanting hadn't even picked up himself, yet Shang Yanting had managed to retrieve it.

In that instant, the raccoon felt that its status had been challenged.

The talismans personally carved by the God of Talismans on the boulder had not yet disappeared. The moment he took it out, both the Demon Elder and True Monarch Baiyu felt uneasy. Shang Yanting waved his hand, and his immense spiritual power flipped the boulder over, revealing the characters left underneath.

Some things cannot be proven by words alone; physical evidence is more convincing than language.

“Wan Zhi is a demonic cultivator, but he is not a demonic cultivator like you, Elder Demon.”

Shang Yanting knew what he was thinking. It wasn't just about using Wan Zhi to wipe out the elite martial arts practitioners in the demonic cultivation territory. He also hoped that Wan Zhi could go to the martial arts cultivation territory, destroy the millennia-old foundation of martial arts cultivation, and make demonic cultivation the mainstream of the entire Aotian Continent in one fell swoop.

But is it possible?

"Wan Zhi's strength is so great that even the two Martial Saints are no match for him. If he really wanted to help the demonic cultivators, they would have swept across the continent a thousand years ago."

But what is the reality?

The most prominent figure among the demonic cultivators, Ji Mie, died, resulting in a crushing defeat for the demonic cultivators, who fled here. Wan Zhi was merely a disguised magical artifact, mingling among the upper echelons of the powerful demonic cultivators, subtly probing and intimidating them, allowing them to regroup and launch a renewed attack on the martial cultivators.

As the first person to cultivate demonic cultivation, it was the Demon Elder who brought Wan Zhi out of the Prison Shore Pool.

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed some clues to some things.

The Demon Elder fell silent, his expression growing grave. After a moment, he looked at Shang Yanting, "I can help, but what benefits can you offer me?"

"The benefit is that it reduces the conflict between magic and martial arts practitioners."

Shang Yanting looked at him, "Without that heaven-defying technique that transforms spiritual energy into demonic energy, they won't intentionally make things difficult for you. Besides, you now have a demon child. Why can't this alliance be the beginning of a good relationship between the martial arts and demonic cultivation?"

"Yes, yes."

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong nodded vigorously.

She is a peacemaker.

After final negotiations, the Demon Lord finally decided to take them in.

Those injured by Wan Zhi are actually quite troublesome to deal with, as the magic power in their bodies requires demonic cultivators to evolve it.

Originally, not only did the demonic cultivators resent taking in martial cultivators, but the martial cultivators were even more unwilling to join the demonic cultivators. Some even said they were willing to leave their corpses on this land after dying in battle.

This resistance continued until the demonic cultivator appeared.

Neither side gave the other a friendly look, and in the tense atmosphere, the demonic cultivator absorbed the remaining demonic energy from the martial cultivator.

The martial arts cultivators began to improve because the demonic energy was absorbed by the demonic cultivators, and the demonic cultivators' cultivation increased much more than if they had cultivated for several months or even a year after absorbing the residual demonic energy.

The demonic energy cannot be absorbed in a day, but both sides tolerated it because of their own interests.

Martial arts practitioners and demonic practitioners maintained a fragile peace in this strange atmosphere.

The most serious cases involve the two Martial Saints.

They faced the all-knowing truth head-on, and the higher their cultivation level, the more severe their injuries. Both of them had already fallen into a coma, with demonic energy within their bodies wreaking havoc. It was the Demon Elder and Demon Son who absorbed the demonic energy from their bodies.

They treated their wounds during the day and discussed important matters at night.

Although Wan Zhi was sent away by Xi Tong with talismans, he will return one day and eventually find this place.

So what should we do when Omniscience arrives?

"Since he was previously suppressed by this boulder, could we lure him into a dungeon and continue suppressing him with this boulder?"

A monk suggested this method.

Before Shang Yanting could speak, the Demon Elder rejected the idea, saying, "No, he was able to escape from the Prison Shore Pool a thousand years ago, which means this method is no longer effective against him."

"What can we do? Even two Martial Saints are no match for him, and all of us combined are no match for him."

"Immortal and indestructible, able to live for so long even with only its head remaining—what kind of monster is this?!"

Someone couldn't help but shout.

After two clashes with Wan Zhi, Wu Xiu's momentum was completely crushed, and he lost all confidence for a time.

"Since it's a monster, there must be a way to kill it."

Shang Yanting spoke up to reassure everyone, "As long as he is still human, he will definitely have weaknesses."

"Speaking of weaknesses, I have something in mind."

The Demon Elder suddenly remembered that when Wan Zhi had threatened him to attack the Heavenly Palace, he had made a special trip to the Prison Shore Pool. He and the Demon Prince exchanged a glance and then said, "Wan Zhi went to the Prison Shore Pool and found many skeletons in the cave below. Those skeletons were his limbs. The Demon Prince and I saw him leave the porcelain body he was in and then piece the skeletons back together."

"The bone has grown flesh, but one bone is missing!"

"right!"

The Demon Child also clearly remembered, "A leg bone was missing!"

Speaking of Prisoner's Pool, the martial arts practitioners also have something to say: "Our first direct confrontation with Wan Zhi was at Prisoner's Pool! He also suddenly appeared in the cave at that time. Could it be that he was looking for his bones?"

"If that's the case, where is the missing bone?"

"I don't know, there was already one missing when we first went there."

"Perhaps the current in Prison Bank Pool is too strong and has been washed away to other places?"

...

Immediately, people began to discuss it.

Everyone's attention was focused on this, and no one noticed the raccoon looking around with its "wise" big eyes.