Looking at the red circles heavily marked on the map in his hand, Song Changsheng sometimes could not help but admire the life force of these wicked paths.
More than a century had passed since the first signs appeared. During that time, the righteous factions had carried out purges as though digging three feet into the earth, scarcely relaxing for a moment. The entire borderlands had been like farmland, plowed over again and again.
Even Demon Kings who had infiltrated from the Demon Domain had, with the help and guidance of Myriad Manifestations Palace, been captured in no fewer than ten cases over the years.
Yet these people, though most of them were not particularly strong and many did not even have a Golden Core Cultivator overseeing them, were like grass on the plains—wildfire could not burn it all away, and with the spring wind, it grew anew.
If they had not captured Zhang Chuqiu this time, he truly would not have known that, after so many purges, so many heretics and demonic cultivators still lay hidden in the borderlands.
"With your cultivation, your status in the Gu Immortal Sect should not be low. Where is your general headquarters? What experts are there in the sect? Why did you come to the borderlands?"
Zhang Chuqiu had only just awoken from unconsciousness when he heard Song Changsheng's string of deadly questions.
He looked around and discovered that he was in a completely unfamiliar space. There were only the two people here, himself and Song Changsheng. Behind Song Changsheng stood an enormous ancient tree rooted in the void, towering from heaven to earth.
Song Changsheng could clearly sense his panic and said flatly, "This is This Seat's Law Domain. Within it, you will be completely isolated from the outside world. No one