Zhou Yi's understanding of the Ten Thousand Mountains came from various ancient texts, their descriptions vague and general.
After listening to Yellow Ox's account, he finally learned what it was truly like.
The Ten Thousand Mountains were no less vast than Yun Province. Within their borders lay nothing but mountains, deep valleys, great rivers, and lakes. Demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters either cultivated in seclusion or gathered their forces and proclaimed themselves kings.
It could be said to be a smoky miasma of chaos, utterly disordered.
Ordinarily, the various mountain strongholds fought and slaughtered one another. Only when facing the human cultivators of Yun Province and Qiong Province would they be temporarily united by the Four Great Royal Clans into a Demon Race army.
The royal clans held a status similar to the Dan Ding Sect. However, the Demon Race's inheritance depended on bloodlines, and they had no concept of sects at all, so they exercised little control over the demons beneath them.
"That sounds even more suitable for me!"
Zhou Yi only needed to occupy a spirit vein. Either a Profound-grade or Yellow-grade one would do; the only difference was how early or late he could form his core.
Moo!
Yellow Ox beamed with delight and urged Zhou Yi to head for the Ten Thousand Mountains soon. There were many humans there as well.
The low-ranking Demon Race was muddleheaded. They could charge into battle and fight spells well enough, but managing mountain strongholds and Cave Estates was somewhat difficult, much less keeping accounts, cooking, brewing wine, and the like. Thus, demon kings would keep many human slaves for their use.
Because the two races bore deep-seated grudges, humans held a lowly status in the mountains. One careless misstep, and they would become food on the platter.
Zhou Yi