Black Mountain Pass.
Wang Yu's impression of this place was profoundly deep. Back then, when he had sat in a prison cart and been escorted to the Red Kite Demon Domain, he had only looked back once, yet this place had branded itself into his heart, lingering there for a long, long time.
Speaking of it, the Great Lake Spirit Domain was prosperous and flourishing, with many cities built upon Spirit Veins, countless scenic spirit mountains and beautiful waters, and a territory much larger than the Red Kite Demon Domain. Its mortals were also counted in the tens of billions.
Unlike the Red Kite Demon Domain's side, where the mortals numbered only a little over a billion at most, evenly divided under the command of the various Nascent Soul Demon Sects. It could truly be called vast land with sparse people.
Every time a force declined or changed hands, the population was cut in half. Either they died, were robbed away, or were even captured to serve as breeding tools, with special pills used to speed up reproduction.
Over time, even with fertile land, mature farming techniques, and cultivators helping regulate the wind and rain, the total population still never managed to rise.
From this, one could see.
The Great Lake cultivators clearly understood management better than Demonic Dao Cultivators, just like now.
"Please keep this safe."
Old Man Ning stepped forward to negotiate with the cultivators of Black Mountain Pass and respectfully handed over a bag of Spirit Stones. Seeing that the Late Stage Foundation Establishment senior did not speak, he hurriedly offered up another smaller bag.
Only after that person tucked it into his robes did he nod toward his colleagues at Black Mountain Pass. The Formation below was opened, revealing a safe passage.
"Go in. You only