A storm was coming, and the wind already filled the tower. All manner of rumors reached Lin Xuan's ears; the Devil Realm would probably soon be thrown into great chaos.
But Lin Xuan did not care. He was alone and unattached anyway; even if the Devil Realm stirred up a rain of blood and a wind reeking of gore, it had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
Though he was far inferior compared with mighty beings of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, he was no longer the insignificant cultivator who could be butchered at will back then. With his current cultivation and divine abilities, plus the Silver-Winged Corpse King's assistance, Lin Xuan believed that no matter what danger he encountered, he would be more than able to deal with it.
Besides, as an immortal cultivator, there was no need for him to get involved in the grudges and entanglements between ancient devils in the first place.
The most urgent matter at hand was simply that Lin Xuan wanted to find a suitable place to cultivate.
Of course, it had to be as far from the Lone Soul Desert as possible.
And that was not much of a problem!
Unlike the Spirit World, which was composed of several hundred small planes, the Devil Realm was complete, and its area could only be called vast—so vast it was difficult to describe in words.
Just how large it was, even the True Devil Progenitor could not make clear. Thus, finding a quiet cultivation site on it was not a difficult matter.
One month later, a streak of escaping light appeared in Tianhe Province.
No one knew exactly how large the Devil Realm was, yet the maps currently explored divided it into three hundred and eighty-one provinces.
For example, the region of the Devil