The path of immortal cultivation was winding and rough. The Spirit World was rich in resources, but that was only compared to the Human World. For the vast number of immortal cultivators, there were still too many monks and too little gruel.
In this regard, the situation of the Demon Race was much the same.
All kinds of heavenly treasures and earthly marvels were desperately scarce, and Spirit Veins and Demon Veins of excellent quality naturally drew no shortage of cultivators to fight over them.
Therefore, the reek of blood and slaughter in the Spirit World was not the least bit inferior to that of the Human World.
Under such circumstances, how could it be easy for the foreign Snow Fox Clan to gain a foothold in the Ice Sea Realm?
Moreover, unlike other members of the Demon Race, because of their attributes, they needed to live in places of extreme cold. Otherwise, even if the Demon Vein was outstanding in quality, cultivating there would still mean twice the effort for half the result.
At first, the place where the Snow Fox Clan appeared was not the Cold Soul Ice Plain.
Having just arrived in the Spirit World, they also went through no small number of twists and turns before finally finding an ordinary Demon Vein to serve as a place to settle down.
Of course, in terms of the snow foxes' attributes, the quality of this Demon Vein was not very suitable.
But what could they do? Newly arrived in an honored land, strangers to the people and the place, what right did they have to pick and choose as they pleased?
They would settle down first and talk about the rest later.
Time passed like a white colt flashing past a crack. A hurried hundred years went by.