The demonic sects had always been the most headache-inducing problem, especially amid the current murky situation. Any disturbance required the utmost vigilance.
"Truly an eventful autumn."
At the foot of Myriad Manifestations Mountain, Song Changsheng could not help but sigh.
After selecting his treasures yesterday, Ji Shinian and the others learned that he would soon be leaving, so they brought fine wine to drink with him and see him off. Only during their conversation did he learn that they had been ambushed by a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator on their return journey.
Whether or not that Nascent Soul demonic cultivator was connected to the Shadow Demon Cult he had discovered, it signified that demonic cultivators were gradually becoming more active and increasingly brazen in their actions, even carrying a hint of having something to rely on.
Aside from demonic cultivators, the Demon Race, Sea Race, and other alien races were also moving with increasing frequency. There had been so many battles, large and small, that they were nearly impossible to count.
And that was not all. The Human Cultivation World was likewise filled with all manner of monsters and demons. Many lineages that had once been wiped out were rising from the ashes, and Song Changsheng himself had encountered the Gu Immortal Sect and Corpse Raisers of the Nine Nether Corpse-Nurturing Dao.
No matter how he looked at it, the world seemed to be descending into chaos—and chaos in the truest sense of the word.
Ordinarily, those words carried little weight. Yet when it truly approached, suffocation and tension came crashing in like the tide, leaving one unable to breathe.
The Song Clan was still far from possessing the ability to survive in troubled times. Everything they had now was built upon order.
If one day the established order was