Although You Province was nothing but a savage, uncivilized land compared with Cloud Province, the Mystic Demon True Scripture was indeed a top-tier cultivation art. There was absolutely no doubt about that.
So-called Demon Cultivators had always had countless, tangled connections with Demon Monsters, and Tian Xiaojian was naturally extremely sensitive to demonic qi.
Those four old monsters were clearly not Demon Cultivators, yet from their bodies, Tian Xiaojian had somehow sensed a trace of demonic qi.
It was very faint, yet pure to the extreme, as if it were still constantly corroding their spiritual power, while the four of them wore utterly ignorant expressions.
A strange light faintly flashed through Tian Xiaojian's eyes, but he did not open his mouth to expose anything. It was already too late now. Thinking back on everything he had experienced along the way—how he had encountered Demon Monster attacks several times, and then this Altar before his eyes—the schemer behind the scenes was already on the verge of revealing himself...
Those ancient Demon Monsters had actually still survived.
Tian Xiaojian licked his lips, turned his body, and had already drifted backward in retreat. Although he did not know what the other party intended to do, this Altar made him feel extremely uncomfortable. The other party had laid out the trap with such cleverness and lured him here; needless to say, this place was certainly incomparably dangerous.
Tian Xiaojian's reaction could not be called slow. From the spider's threads and horse tracks, he had almost inferred the truth. However, at the very instant he drifted backward, a clear cry entered his ears, space rippled like water waves, and a beam of light as thick as a child's arm shot out from the distance like lightning.
The change came with hoarded speed; Tian Xiaojian's face