After parting ways with Ye Ping'er, Lin Xuan turned into a streak of startling light and shot back into the sky. Naturally, he would not take that little interlude just now to heart. The most pressing matter now was to learn more about the situation on Demon Spirit Island.
As the saying went, one could not do without the heart to guard against others. Although the cultivators of the Mystic Phoenix Sect had treated him well, Lin Xuan always felt they had some other purpose, so he naturally had to keep some vigilance in the dark.
The journey was uneventful. Although he did encounter a few demon beasts, they were all first- or second-rank trash, and Lin Xuan casually wiped them out without the slightest courtesy.
As for human cultivators, for some reason, he had not encountered even a single one over these three days. It seemed Demon Spirit Island truly was not just ordinarily vast and sparsely populated.
What surprised Lin Xuan, however, was that he actually saw several small mortal cities. They were not very large, with only around a hundred thousand people each!
This left Lin Xuan utterly stunned. He had never expected that mortals could actually survive on Demon Spirit Island, where the conditions were so harsh.
After making some inquiries, he learned that these people were all descendants of immortal cultivators.
Several million years ago, the five great demon cultivators had led their followers to migrate here. The years flowed on endlessly, and their descendants did not necessarily all possess aptitude for immortal cultivation. Thus, mortal cities came into being.
Of course, behind these cities, there were more or less sects and clans secretly protecting them. Otherwise, they would have long since been slaughtered by demon beasts.
Around the cities, Lin Xuan saw quite a