The demon clan invasion that occurred in Sui Mo City’s Longdan Town caused a significant upheaval in the Heavenly Heart Pavilion. Because of this, a thorough screening was conducted on Sui Mo’s Nine Towns and surrounding foreign cultivators. Under such asures, the demon clan wouldn’t dare co to this place again for at least a while.
Why did the Daoist care so much about the approach of these alien demons, and why are these alien demons so eager to destroy the Heavenly Heart Pavilion? What unspeakable secrets are hidden within? These matters are bewildering and unclear, leaving everyone unable to fully comprehend them.
The Daoist might be the one who sees the furthest among them, but he refuses to say anything, rely treating Hou Niao like a donkey.
The Heavenly Heart Pavilion’s recent actions, unfounded for many years, brought sobriety to Sui Mo City; with the successive opening of space channels, Sui Mo had already attracted a flood of foreign cultivators. Although most who participated at that ti left, there remained a few who preferred the environnt and stayed behind. Among these, there were inevitably those with ulterior motives.
It’s good to sort things through.
... Luo Yewang and Ying Daoist belonged to those sorted out.
It wasn’t coercive, rather the Heavenly Heart Pavilion demanded various details, and on top of that, they could no longer sense that unsettling atmosphere.
Of course, they couldn’t sense it; several mbers of the demon clan were either dead or ran away, Zhi Xuan and a group of Daoists had also left, Zhao Xintong was gone, and Sui Mo had returned to tranquility. For the two restless souls like them, this ant they should continue their journey.
Over the years, they had left their footprints on the corners of the continent, yet the Northern Territory where they first t was a place they returned to for the first ti in hundreds of years, bringing a unique sense.
Upon leaving, both felt sowhat dejected as they finally realized that, after hundreds of years away from the mainstream, they had been abandoned by the Cultivation World. Even if they wished to accomplish anything, they simply couldn’t find a way to enter.
They lingered in Sui Mo for several months, feeling sothing, yet still gaining nothing, reflecting another side of choosing solitary cultivation.
Their feeling was accurate; it was only after three alien demons were killed that they realized the matter was already done.
This was a heavy blow, which was also the reason for the couple’s silence since leaving Sui Mo. In fact, such a vague mood had begun over ten years ago.
Visitors from the Upper Realm brought systematic inheritance to the continent’s various Daoist sects, tempting every cultivator, but a hundred years of mutual dependence made it difficult for them to separate. Luo Yewang couldn’t let go of his sword, Ying Daoist couldn’t leave her path. This conundrum lingered between them, unable to be broken.
Being indifferent to fa and fortune requires a price, for the couple, breaking through that window paper needs a special environnt and events, dragging on for more than ten years to a point even they are not sure whether to break through or continue like this?
The Chu Sect and Shan Sect are major Daoist sects of the continent, not easy for ordinary people to enter. Now with Qingkong Inheritance and Shangqing Inheritance, the path to longevity is clearer. Both of them were regarded as outstanding talents in their sects, with countless possibilities.
Walking forward in silence, they soon entered the territory of Yan Country. In the west of Yan Country, there is a vast swampy area nad Tuan Zewara, teeming with demons, yet it also boasts many precious herbal resources.
Since they began solitary cultivation, the couple had lost sources of resources, and it’s hard to manage, so at every new location they would search for local wild resources to support their cultivation. Over the years, life had beco tight, extrely restrained.
Luo Yewang was fine; as a Sword Cultivator, his demand for resources was not dependent, but Ying Daoist heavily relied on resources, which is a limitation of the Daoist sect, each requiring different things.
In Tuan Zewara they had no special intention of finding rare items, mostly collecting things as they ca upon them, valuing them accordingly. For two Golden Core cultivators, there was no ntioning of danger in such an inland place. There were no Nascent Soul Great Demons, and even limited Golden Core monsters sensed their aura and fled far away.
After three days of searching in Tuan Zewara, their harvest was minimal. The interior is dominated by human cultivators, too many passing by, lack of danger ans lack of harvest; this is the sa everywhere.
Already frustrated, coupled with fruitless efforts, the couple beca even more silent, pondering their thoughts while searching, forgetting the vigilance that should be maintained by cultivators.
Because they were searching for useful items, they flew at a low altitude, less than ten zhang, which was within the attack range of so monsters, yet they didn’t care.
While passing over a densely vegetated depression, a dark shadow suddenly leaped up, biting Ying Daoist’s left leg. Under imnse force, below the knee beca food for the monster.
At the sa ti, Luo Yewang was also attacked. A white light flashed, too close to dodge, his chest caved in, and demonic power flooded into his body.
The ambush was real, yet the capability of these demons was not empty; it’s impossible that they happened to be Earth Demons from Tuan Zewara, unable to be this sharp.
Luo Yewang felt his strength dispersing, mana circulating poorly; this was a very peculiar demonic power, different from Jinxiu’s earth demons. Though severely injured, his mind remained calm, flying sword shot out, but not at his opponent, the bird demon marked by white light, but at Ying Daoist’s opponent, a black giant python.
At the sa ti, he shouted, "They are alien fierce demons, let’s fight shoulder to shoulder!"
Ying Daoist’s pain was heart-wrenching, losing a leg wasn’t fatal to Golden Core cultivators, just a relatively serious injury, but the accompanying python venom was hard for her to endure.
Cultivators have strong resistance to poison, but she imdiately tried several thods, not only to no effect but the toxin spread along her body’s ridians with mana, ominously dispersing, reaching a certain extent would result in complete loss of bodily control.
The couple had wandered Jianghu for long, having a set of coping chanisms, such as how to cooperate, coordinate; but among their agreents, the most decisive was this sentence: let’s fight shoulder to shoulder.
This sentence needed to be understood in reverse, aning an impossible safe escape, only one could run away, then see if help could be found.
In their agreent, it was alternating for making cover; this ti it’s Luo Yewang, next ti would be Ying Daoist, in the Cultivation World, gender is not considered, both bear joint responsibility.
In their hundred-year experience, they encountered such situations twice, the first ti was Luo Yewang behind, the second was Ying Daoist covering, luckily escaping both tis; now was the third, the most serious with both injured.
This ti it was Luo Yewang’s turn.
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