"What are you doing here?" Ji Mofan asked.
This time, Xihe looked at him, unsure of what to say.
"How did you catch up?" he asked, his voice trembling with doubt.
He had been flying erratically, completely unsure of his own speed. Not only had Ji Mofan not lost him, but he had also appeared before him so quickly after falling behind?
Is this young righteous cultivator truly at the Nascent Soul stage? Could it be that, like before, he's also using some kind of magical artifact to disguise himself?
"So you admit that you were trying to shake me off on purpose just now?" Ji Mofan asked him calmly.
Seeing that Xihe had shut up, he shrugged. "Then stop talking nonsense and tell me what's here."
In fact, Ji Mofan didn't see which way Xihe was going at all.
But he knew the terrain of the entire main city like the back of his hand.
Before the birthday celebration, he walked through every alleyway of the main city; after entering the Demon Palace, he also memorized all the intricate corridors within.
Once the mental map automatically forms, the discordant elements become apparent.
Behind the Demon Palace, there should be an area he has not yet explored.
I came here with a try-it-out attitude, and if I really made a mistake, I couldn't blame him. It was Xihe who deliberately tripped me up.
Unexpectedly, we bumped into each other.
Ji Mo Fan didn't explain, after all, he could tell from Xi He's eyes that Xi He had already begun to have doubts about his strength.
There's no harm in letting the other party misunderstand in this direction; at least they'll be more wary when they take action.
He has no intention of correcting it.
Xihe looked Ji Mofan up and down again, but finally looked away and raised her hand towards the small back door.
Unlike the magnificent golden gate of the Demon Palace, this small door on the north side was made in a very simple manner.
However, when Ji Mofan strolled over last time, he vaguely noticed that the defenses on this door were even stronger than those on the main gate.
Every rune carved with yin and yang energy on it is filled with abundant demonic energy. Let alone forcing your way in, even reaching out a hand without malicious intent would cause serious injury.
Xihe dispelled the defensive formations one by one, and the small door slowly opened in front of the two of them.
A terrifying roar suddenly burst forth from the widening crack in the door, and a beastly aura wafted out from it.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face with his sleeve. The incense on his clothes could barely suppress the unpleasant smell.
"Why are you being so dramatic?" Perhaps she had gotten used to the smell, Xihe not only didn't react, but even glanced at Jimo Fan with considerable disdain.
"Why are you so dirty?" Ji Mofan covered half of his face, leaving only his slightly uncomfortable eyebrows and eyes visible.
Xihe snorted and stepped inside first.
Once inside, Ji Mo Fan discovered that the place was quite different from how it appeared from the outside.
Similar to the exquisite tower we encountered in the Misty Secret Realm, which was clearly upside down, this facility is also constructed with each layer decreasing in size.
Looking down from the first floor, there are as many as eighteen layers of railings.
The structure here does not inherit the magnificent and extravagant style of the Demon Palace at all. Most of the places are just made of stones and wood, forming a vague and ambiguous appearance.
It appears that the entire building was not constructed in one go; the various repairs and alterations throughout suggest that it was rebuilt multiple times due to damage.
Even so, you can still see a few places where the breaks look unnatural.
The roars of the beasts, accompanied by the sound of chains being pulled, were deafening. These monsters, clearly agitated by the scent of outsiders, began to struggle wildly.
Unfortunately, the chains binding them were imbued with extremely powerful demonic energy, making it impossible for any of the demonic beasts to break free.
Ji Mo Fan frowned and looked around. His ears twitched slightly, but he could still vaguely catch human voices amidst the roars of beasts.
"Is there more than just demonic beasts imprisoned here?" He turned to look at Xihe beside him with a puzzled expression, his voice muffled as he spoke from behind his sleeve.
“You’re right, this is where the Demon Realm imprisons serious criminals.” Xihe walked slowly forward with her hands behind her back, looking down from the edge of the top railing.
“I thought your solutions were all simple, crude, and one-size-fits-all.” Ji Mo Fan walked to his side and also looked down at him.
It is obvious that the upper floors are more damaged and have been repaired more often, but the relatively more orderly lower floors are guarded and patrolled, which means that something is locked up there.
It's probably a person.
“You have a prejudice against us demonic cultivators.” Xihe raised her hand and pointed at the tip of his nose.
"We may be a bit emotional, but we're not stupid. We won't kill anyone who doesn't deserve to die."
Ji Mofan couldn't help but recall the scene he had seen in the main city last time when the demon general casually threw a demon cultivator out.
That person didn't cause any serious consequences; it was just that the captive monsters caused a commotion, and some people were injured to varying degrees.
But the one who was thrown out by the Yin-Yang Halberd in his hand was truly oblivious to his own death, and no demonic cultivators on the scene showed any expression of inappropriateness.
Was it just a matter of being emotional?
Jimo Fanchi reserves its opinion.
"What about the chicken?" Not wanting to continue discussing this pointless topic with Xihe, he changed the subject.
“That’s not a chicken,” Xihe corrected. “The correct name is the Black Bird.”
Ji Mofan followed Xi He along the corridor, and after passing several enclosures containing huge ferocious beasts, they arrived at a relatively quiet enclosure.
The familiar-looking hen was lying on a pile of soft-looking straw, its head tucked under its wings, seemingly fast asleep, undisturbed by the squawking and croaking of the monsters nearby.
But it looks like just an ordinary chicken. How could it be related to the legendary Black Bird?
Ji Mo Fan had only seen the so-called Black Bird in paintings. There was a tribe in the mortal world that regarded the Black Bird as their ancestor.
It was a giant bird that resembled a swallow, with black feathers tinged with red.
It was completely incomparable to the yellowish-brown creature in front of him, and its size was dozens of times smaller.
"This is the juvenile stage of the Black Bird." Seeing the obvious doubt in his eyes, Xihe explained to him earnestly.
"You can doubt my strength, but you can't doubt my judgment of demonic beasts!"
Ji Mofan frowned slightly. "But you just said this is an 'ancient beast.' Can an ancient beast still be in its infancy?"
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