Jiang Yining paced back and forth a couple of times before saying, "Let me put it this way, we won't be enemies. Perhaps I can even help you in the future. Are you interested in joining forces with me?"

Xiao Yuhan was taken aback, and remained silent for a moment. "What are we joining forces for?"

"Naturally, it's to deal with the Heavenly Demon Abyss. What? Not interested?"

Xiao Yuhan still couldn't believe the woman in front of him. "Why would I want to deal with the Heavenly Demon Abyss?"

Having said that, Jiang Yining understood that Xiao Yuhan still didn't believe her. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "No rush. How about this, I'll give you something. If you find it useful, we can continue our conversation later!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yining walked up to Xiao Yuhan and took his hands in hers. "I left a law in your palm, which can be of great help to you in a critical moment!"

Xiao Yuhan looked down at the white mark on his palm and frowned. "What's the use of this?"

"You'll see when you need it. Alright, that's enough for now. Come find me at the Heavenly Dao Sect when you trust me!"

Xiao Yuhan was taken aback. Before leaving, his senior brother, the sect leader, had mentioned the Heavenly Dao Sect briefly, so he was quite surprised when Jiang Yining brought it up now. "The Heavenly Dao Sect? You're from the Heavenly Dao Sect?"

"After I returned to the Central Plains, I established a sect called Heavenly Dao, which means pursuing the supreme Dao. By the way, I heard that your Heavenly Sword Sect is going to establish a Dao Alliance. I will visit your Heavenly Sword Sect later!" Jiang Yining said softly, and then left on her own.

Xiao Yuhan hesitated for a moment, then decided not to continue the fight. After all, Jiang Yining didn't seem to be hostile, and Xiao Yuhan could sense that even if they really fought, he might not be able to defeat her, so he had no choice but to give up.

"By the way, since you come from the Heavenly Demon Valley in the Western Wilderness, have you ever heard of Phoenix Cry Mountain?"

Jiang Yining stopped and pondered for a moment before replying, "I think I've heard someone mention Phoenix Cry Mountain... Isn't that the sacred land of the demon race?"

"That's right! It's Phoenix Cry Mountain of the demon race. Do you know where it is?"

Jiang Yining seemed to be thinking, then raised her hand to do some calculations, "That place no longer exists. Even if you can find the ruins of Fengming Mountain, it will probably just be a wasteland. Since the Great War of the Ancient Wilderness, there has been no life in the Western Wilderness outside of Xiliang."

This wasn't the first time Xiao Yuhan had heard of the Ancient War; it seemed to have happened a long time ago, and it was certain that the Great Wall of Demon Control hadn't even been built back then.

Since he couldn't find any information about Fengming Mountain, he could only try to find out about Xiao Jiu, but Xiao Yuhan knew that this matter was unlikely to yield any results.

Thinking about what the demon emperor inside Bai Yao's body said about Fengming Mountain and Xiao Jiu, they must both be people from her era. The world changes, and time can cover up many things.

Watching Jiang Yining's departing figure, he gradually gave up the idea of ​​pursuing this woman. After pondering for a long time, he returned to the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The old hero of the human race passed away peacefully, and the Great Wall of Demon Defense was lit with candles. In fact, many young people do not know his achievements and have only heard some rumors about him.

Heroes deserve respect. People don't need to remember their names, but they should remember that the peace we enjoy now is hard-won, won by countless people like Yang Zui who risked their lives.

White candles and lanterns illuminated Yangguan City, and the entire city was draped in white mourning clothes, as people bid farewell to the old man.

On the Great Wall of Demon Control, many elderly people knelt on the watchtower where Yang Zui often stayed, weeping bitterly.

The soldiers on the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall stared westward, shook off the wind and snow, and polished their weapons. They didn't need to do anything.

Simply remaining steadfast on the Great Wall against demons is the best tribute to that old hero.

Because they too will one day die here, either in battle or from old age, just as they swore when they first joined the Great Wall of Demons to dedicate their lives to humanity until their death.

Xiao Yuhan was somewhat moved, and he chose to stay here, living and eating with the demon tamers.

One reason was to wait for Bai Yao's training to end, and the other was to temper himself.

After Yang Zui passed away, the demon race received the news and launched a surprise attack on the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall. The attack was small in scale but arrived quickly. It was unclear whether they wanted to test the strength of the human race or to show their respect to this powerful human as their adversary.

The battle lasted for months, and Xiao Yuhan naturally participated. His strength was considered top-notch in the entire Demon-Suppressing Great Wall. Although there were many others stronger than him, many old monsters like that old hero Yang would not be willing to take action until the critical moment.

Months later, Xiao Yuhan stood atop the Demon-Slaying Great Wall. Because of his bravery in killing the enemy, he had made a name for himself here in just a few months, and the name of the Heavenly Sword Sect's Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal resounded throughout Yangguan City.

His eyes gradually changed from empty and confused to firm.

During this time, he witnessed the cruelest hell in the world. Brothers who were drinking and laughing today might lose their lives at the hands of the demon race tomorrow. The dark red stone steps on the Great Wall were now covered with many bright red ones, and corpses could be seen everywhere inside and outside the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall.

Beneath the Great Wall, many severely wounded and dying demons howled in agony, their cries echoing through the heavens and earth. The soldiers and warriors within the Great Wall were already numb; at least they no longer considered right and wrong like Xiao Yuhan did now.

In their eyes, all enemies deserve to die. Although those demons are just different from them, they bleed, suffer, and cry out for their dead brothers just as much.

But so what? When positions differ, there is no sympathy. The hatred inherited from ancient times has lost its original meaning, and new hatreds are added one after another.

But Xiao Yuhan was different. He was not originally from this world and had not experienced the baptism of hatred in this era. He only lamented the fragility of life. Even these cultivators and demons, who could have lived longer than ordinary people, were endlessly killing each other for the sake of war.

That day, a little demon rushed up the Great Wall of Demon Control. He frantically tried to retrieve his mother's body, but he died tragically under the hacking blades of the crowd. No one showed him any pity. Although the little demon was at most the age of a human boy of ten or so, no one sympathized with the demon race, just as they did not sympathize with the human race.

Xiao Yuhan didn't sympathize with them; he just felt a sense of pity. It was so tragic that the two sides in the battle no longer knew why they had to kill each other; all they had was heartless slaughter.

That day at Xiaolianhua Temple, Xiao Yuhan witnessed the origin of the conflict between the human ancestors and the demon race. Originally, they were fighting each other for survival, but now it had evolved into hatred between the races.

Xiao Yuhan was puzzled, wondering if the two races couldn't coexist.

But he only thought about it in his heart; in this place, under this historical background, he could not and dared not express his thoughts.