Daoist Cangsheng departed in peace.
The negotiations in the Demon God Temple proceeded smoothly, mainly because the Demon Race had virtually no room to negotiate. Whatever Chu Liang said, Tuntun obeyed without question. Since Lord Demon God had agreed, what could the demons below possibly say?
All one could say was that the earlier idea of resetting the Heaven-Devouring Insect had been far too correct.
Upon careful consideration, relocating the Demon Race to the three Penglai islands was actually more than enough for the demons of the present Far West to survive. Though the former blessed grotto-heavens had been destroyed for the Penglai disciples, even such land was a paradise on earth to demons who had grown up eating sand in the Far West.
It was only that the Demon Race's scale and influence would likely stop there, making major future progress difficult.
With no other choice, the Demon Race could only agree. As for the Yu Dynasty providing some resources to support the Demon Race's construction, that was also among the topics discussed—nothing more than an expression of humanity's friendly attitude. If this could truly preserve lasting peace, then it would not be a bad thing.
Of course, the key to peace still lay with ninth-realm Tuntun.
The only point the Demon Race firmly opposed was Chu Liang taking Tuntun away and refusing to let her remain in Demon Race territory.
"Alas, woe is me!" The High Priest smashed his head against the ground and wailed bitterly. "The Demon God returns only to leave demon soil—how is that any different from destroying our Demon Race? This can never be allowed!"
"Wherever Lord Demon God is, that is the Demon Race." Caiyi spoke just as firmly. "If you want to take Lord Demon God back to Shushan, then you