Once you've been there the first time, the second and third times won't be far off. Then, it will gradually become a habit, as long as you stay there long enough!
In this dark and sunless abyss, there was no way to record time, and no one knew what day it was. However, the system's reminder made Xiang Wan realize that a month had passed in the outside world while they were cultivating together.
A month? It feels like it's only been a blink of an eye!
At Qingyun Peak, Master Wu Tan, the leader of the Yijing Sect, had been standing outside Immortal Kan Yun's Liuyun Cave for a month, yet he still could not meet the peak master. He couldn't help but sigh, "Being the leader of the sect is really not easy."
For the sake of the prosperity and growth of the Yijing Sect, he hadn't had a peaceful time for meditation and cultivation in a long time. He had been at the Mahayana stage for three thousand years, and to coordinate the relationships between the various peak masters and sects, he was constantly busy. The Wanjian Guiyi Hall had sent countless communication talismans, urging him to return and handle matters, but he couldn't leave.
The sect's proud standing in the world is not solely his responsibility; its primary strength lies in the power of Immortal Kan Yun. He didn't understand why Immortal Kan Yun was so worried, but one fact was clear: if Immortal Kan Yun were to perish, the Yijing Sect would undoubtedly become an object of conquest and attack. Moreover, the demon race had been making frequent moves lately, requiring them to devise countermeasures. They absolutely could not allow the demon race to shake the position of their immortal clan.
"Grandmaster Kan Yun, please come out and meet us. If you have any doubts, you should at least inform Wu Tan, so that the entire sect will be able to cope with any unexpected events in the future."
He shouted again, and suddenly a small opening appeared in the cave shrouded by the barrier, from which a sound transmission talisman flew out.
"The will of Heaven cannot be defied; evil will rise from the southwest!"
The sound transmission talisman disappeared from the fingertips, and then, there was no more sound.
Wu Qin glanced once more at the silent cave, bowed respectfully, and then transformed into a streak of light, flying towards Zhu Feng. He had made up his mind; it was time to convene a sect assembly.
In the west, on Jade Mountain, which is shrouded in demonic mist year-round, two figures suddenly appeared in the main hall of Jade Palace, one in red and one in white.
The one in red is Mei Changqing, the current patriarch of the Demon Clan. He wears a red robe, has white hair and black eyebrows, and a cluster of blue flame marks between his brows, said to be something he was born with. Apart from his slightly red eyes, Mei Changqing is no different from an ordinary person. If he were dressed differently, he would probably look no different from an ordinary scholar. Yet, it is precisely this kind of person who has stood out from the crowd of demons to become the patriarch of his clan, demonstrating his extraordinary methods and strength.
Therefore, judging others solely by their appearance is likely to lead to being misled by one's own eyes.
Mei Changqing has already refined the demonic infant and will soon cultivate into a demonic body, becoming one of the demon elders. At that time, a new demon patriarch will be elected to succeed him.
The woman dressed in white appeared gentle and delicate, but in reality, she was Bai Yan, the Demon Clan's Grand Elder, who was over ten thousand years old.
Demons are born with cultivation, either possessing their own demonic core or a sea of demonic energy within their bellies. Their starting point is vastly different from that of cultivators, and their cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds, growing at an extremely rapid pace.
Because of its speed, it also has many drawbacks. First, the demon race requires an extraordinary amount of demonic power to cultivate. They need to absorb a large amount of demonic energy to transform their demonic core into a demonic infant, then cultivate a demonic body, expand their demonic realm, and finally ascend to become a Great Demon, roaming beyond the Three Realms and transcending the Five Elements. Second, the excessively rapid pace of cultivation leads to an unstable mental state. Without a corresponding mental state to support their strength, even if they don't go mad or explode during cultivation, they will be devoured by their inner demons during advancement, becoming the most evil and wicked demons.
Because of the existence of these evil spirits, people in the world mistakenly believe that all demons are evil, and that anyone who cultivates demonic arts must be a person of wicked intentions, deserving of everyone's wrath.
Because of the widespread hatred and hostility towards them, in the great war between immortals and demons ten thousand years ago, most of the demons were slaughtered by the immortal cultivation sects and had to retreat to a corner to recuperate.
Bai Yan also participated in the great battle ten thousand years ago. It was in that great battle that she lost her husband, son, and relatives, and was seriously injured. It took her nearly a thousand years to recover.
With hatred in her heart, how could she not develop inner demons? That's why she lingered in the realm of demonic body, unable to cultivate and emerge from the demonic realm for a long time.
Jade Mountain is the last refuge of the demon race, because once cultivators enter, their spiritual energy can no longer be replenished, leaving them helpless and at the mercy of others. Therefore, for the past ten thousand years, the demon race has never set foot outside this place, to the point that the outside world has almost forgotten their existence.
"Elder, there has been no unusual activity outside, so why did you summon me here?"
Mei Changqing had a smile on his face, and his refined and elegant demeanor made him easy for young girls to fall in love with.
"Who are you trying to impress with this act?" Bai Yan frowned and said coldly, "Recently, our spies reported that old man Kan Yun has gone into seclusion."
“I already know, and I’m planning to take my people out for some practice. Living in comfort for too long can easily lead to a loss of fighting spirit.” Mei Changqing’s expression returned to normal, but his tone lacked any seriousness, as if he were simply discussing where to eat later.
"No rush!" Bai Yan reached out and lightly touched the pillar of the Jade Palace. "I'm just guessing that the old man Kan Yun's choice to go into seclusion at this time, rather than earlier or later, might mean that something big is about to happen."
"What does this have to do with us?" Mei Changqing said impatiently. "Our clan has been silent for so long, so this is a good opportunity to collect some interest. So what if that old man comes out? If an immortal has to deal with such trivial matters, wouldn't he be too busy to handle them?"
Mei Changqing was certain of this, so he led the young demons around the world, specifically targeting the youths of sects. It wasn't excessive; if they could defeat them, they'd break their legs. If they couldn't, they'd set traps to torment them before dislocating their arms and legs. They didn't kill anyone, so they wouldn't alert those old fogies.
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