Wang Wu instinctively felt sothing was amiss, but he didn’t dare to go forward and check, so he just gazed from afar, and the more he looked, the stranger it beca.
Because these human race cultivators and demons who escaped from prison weren’t displaying their divine techniques, nor were they using their lifebound flying swords or lifebound demon soldiers or anything; each was wearing mortal armor, at most wielding a big axe or a wolf fang club, relying on skill and brute force to combat.
It was quite satisfying to kill the little soldiers, one hit per enemy.
Of course, both the attacking and defending sides consisted of demons and human race cultivators, so after half a day’s battle, each side left behind hundreds of corpses, and then they sounded the gong to retreat.
Really, it was too interesting, and too bizarre.
"Probably caused by the lack of spiritual qi."
Wang Wu reached this conclusion with a heavy heart.
After thinking it over, and confirming that his danger perception gave no early warning, he plucked the best looking and most nourishing strand of fur from his forehead, blew it far away, and in a mont, a furry big man erged from a forest dozens of miles away.
Then Wang Wu stirred a wisp of clear energy from his spirit platform to catch up, making it his simple version of an external incarnation.
He pulled out a tree, removed the branches to use as a weapon, and headed straight to the battlefield.
Soon enough, he was stopped by a patrol squad.
In this patrol squad, there were actually three bird-type demons and two beast-type demons.
"Roar!"
Wang Wu pretended to be very fierce, with hungry green eyes.
"Behave yourself, if you dare to shout again, I’ll pluck you and steam you to eat!" one demon shouted.
Another demon laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, where are you the big brain from, hiding for fifteen years in the mountains, finally couldn’t take it anymore and ca out. Haha, if you don’t want trouble, just be honest."
"You—you guys—what’s going on?"
Wang Wu stuttered, unable to speak smoothly.
"Hey, what’s the matter, there’s no spiritual qi anymore, damn it, it’s a jailbreak, jailbreak, who knows which son of a bitch thought of this jailbreak idea, causing us no end of trouble."
"I—I am from the South Wilderness, once, once was a third-grade great demon, fellow Daoists, have rcy, do you have a spirit pill?" Wang Wu cleverly begged.
This imdiately drew eerie laughter from a demon opposite.
"Third-grade great demon ans nothing—my boss is a second-grade great demon, isn’t he now working here among mortals as a general?"
"Working as a general?" Wang Wu was so shocked he couldn’t speak, a second-grade great demon working for mortals?
"Work work work your hamr, learn to speak like us! If you don’t want trouble, just obediently report your na, get recorded, and later when you see my boss, no, my general, you’ll get a rice ball as a reward, otherwise you’ll be beaten to death and just considered a al upgrade!"
The demon soldiers opposite shouted, looking very excited one by one.
"Wait, wait, gentlen, I am willing to cooperate, but you all have to let understand, spiritual qi is less, but there’s no need to work for mortals, right?" Wang Wu quickly asked, this was what he was most curious about.
Even if there’s no spiritual qi—how could there be no spiritual qi, it’s just that the spiritual qi content decreased by ninety percent, with effort, it’s still absorbable, and besides, there’s still spirit grass cultivation.
How could it beco unmanageable?
Hearing this, the demon soldiers exchanged glances, the leading demon laughed and said:
"Very simple, we’re earning redemption coupons here, the immortals here said that our ancestors were all extrely sinful demons and demons, that’s why they were imprisoned in the Great Wilderness Sin Prison, now that we’ve broken out, it’s even a greater sin, so we must atone, or return to prison."
"Previously, many brothers couldn’t bear the hardships outside, so they mostly returned to the sin prison, while we have more ideals and ambitions, so we chose to work for the mortal court to atone, understand? When we’ve built up enough rits, we can petition the mortal emperor for a title, then we’ll have the chance to cultivate again."
"So, either roll back to the mountains and be a wild beast, or register to return to the Great Wilderness Sin Prison, or join us as a soldier to earn food and rits, how do you choose?"
"I, I choose to be like you." Wang Wu laughed foolishly, not finding anything wrong for the mont, although, it sounded absurd.
The immortals outside had surprisingly good hearts.
"Alright, report your na, from where in South Wilderness, don’t make stuff up, this concerns what cris your ancestors committed, and how long the sentence is, maybe by your generation, the sentence is almost over, then you can register with the Immortal Alliance."
"How, how could there be an Immortal Alliance outside?"
"So much crap! Hurry up, we have to patrol!"
"Alright, alright, my na is Shu Fenqiang! I’m a flower farr under King Wei Xiong Wu, eight hundred miles north of Black Tortoise City in the South Wilderness, third-grade, I have three wives and six hundred sons..."
"Who asked you so much, answer what I ask!"
"Alright alright!"
The demon suddenly pulled out a huge, strange bag, called out to Wang Wu again.
"Shu Fenqiang!"
"Here!"
Wang Wu responded crisply, the next mont, a terrifying suction force ca from the bag, lifting him from where he stood, he reacted quickly and grabbed a nearby big tree.
"Hey, what are you doing, I don’t want to go, I want to go back to being a wild beast!"
Wang Wu scread hysterically.
While the demons exchanged mischievous glances, "Damn, quite capable, Shu Fenqiang!"
"I won’t answer, I’m not Shu Fenqiang!"
Wang Wu continued to shout, but at this mont, the suction suddenly increased, directly pulling him and the large tree together.
There was simply no escape.
Except for his wisp of divine thought.
At this mont, those few demons rely gave a cold laugh, packed away the big sack, and continued their patrol.
After only a few steps, one of the demons suddenly pulled out a strange divine talisman, waved it around, and frowned, "Strange, why do I feel like I’m being watched? Not good, that little demon who escaped earlier might have been sent to scout the way. We’ve alerted them! Set up the sword array quickly! Don’t let these desolate prisoners escape!"
As they spoke, the five demons surprisingly summoned five lifebound flying swords like lightning. In a flash of sword light, they each ascended straight up to tens of thousands of ters in the sky.
The next mont, beams of sword light fell a few hundred miles away on the ridge of a range of hills, and a magical, bright sword array was swiftly set up.
Imdiately after, the group skillfully ford a sword technique, activated sword talismans, and with coordinated steps, it took them less than three seconds to cover the mountains and forests within five hundred miles with terrifying sword light. Then, just like a at-grinder machine, they ground this place, along with the peaks and vegetation, thoroughly!
Ten seconds later, it was already a flat land here.
This thod, these divine techniques, and those lifebound flying swords are all of the celestial sixth grade. Their strength, not even a first-grade great demon would exchange for!
Most importantly, after this sword array’s churn, the city at the mountain’s foot, its mortals, and the attacking army were all dispersed like illusions.
They were all fake.
Wang Wu watched from a distance, drenched in a cold sweat from fright!
Without a doubt, this was the truth.
Who knows how many heroes who escaped over the past fifteen years have fallen into the trap.
Fifteen years, yet there are still first-grade experts intercepting and screening here. The key is their disguise techniques are too excellent.
Too powerful.
Wang Wu’s previously highest level of danger perception couldn’t detect a thing.
This indicates that their foundational daoist techniques are more perfect than what he has mastered.
Moreover, just now he rely glanced a few tis, and that guy actually sensed soone was spying on him. This perception—no, the other must have cultivated divine thought too.
Damn it.
Dare not linger any longer, Wang Wu went underground without a word, fleeing to thirty thousand ters deep into the ground again, setting up the Profound Iron House and hiding.
This ti, he felt it necessary to first read Liu Zongbai’s diary, along with the Daoist Skill Manual; without mastering them properly, he truly dared not step outside.
The outside world was more perilous than he had imagined.
After hiding underground for seven or eight days and seeing no commotion outside, Wang Wu finally exhaled with relief, then took out Liu Zongbai’s Diary Chronicles, skimd through it, classified by chronological order, and took a diary from a hundred years ago to read with his Level 15 Spiritual Talent.
Actually, divine thought purification could read it too, but Wang Wu kept a mindful eye, fearing there might be so trap within.
Divine thought purification is his most core demon soul advancent, the most essential and basic stuff.
In contrast, Level 15 Spirit Essence seems more like understanding the jade scroll’s structural function, its spiritual qi rhythm rules inside, then finding the source code that records sound and image, further breaking it down before recombining into understandable aning.
These are two concepts.
Like the forr is directly reading words on a paper with eyes, the latter is all about carbon-14, electrons, neutrons, atoms, biological cycles, archaeological science, etc...
"My na is Liu Zongbai, this is my twenty-fifth year in the Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance, Heaven have rcy, I finally had the fortune to beco a deacon disciple of the alliance, qualifying to receive higher-level tasks and to learn more advanced cultivation techniques."
"This morning, the senior who received , a sixth-grade guardian disciple of the Immortal Alliance, gave twelve blank jade scrolls, and told that Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance has an unwritten secret, which all disciples may encounter or understand, the premise being, recording the daily life of cultivation, and the insights and experiences; in short, spontaneous is fine."
"I sneered at this, but since everyone does it, I had no reason not to, so I gradually wrote down so heartfelt words, so cultivation insights, travel experiences, though awkward at first, over ti it felt like there was an intimate friend in this jade scroll I could confide in."
"He watches silently, cares about , but never blas or ridicules ... "
"My heart is so comforted!"
...
"What is this nonsense?"
After Wang Wu used his Level 15 Spirit Essence to circle around about a hundred tis, finally deciphering these few diary entries, he had to admit, this Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance is really damn twisted.
However, to directly use divine thought to view it was impossible, he wouldn’t fall for the trick.
This ti, even without danger perception warnings, he sensed sothing was amiss.
A group of cultivators writing diaries?
And collectively writing diaries at that!
Are you crazy or am I crazy!
What kind of behavior is this, like that Zuo Wanghuo Zi brother!
In conclusion, there’s definitely a demon when things go offbeat, it might as well be a trap.
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