Twelve Demon Gods

Elder Ding had well and truly bound himself to Zhuge Xiang's ship. Now that matters concerning both the Asura Path and the Immortal Realm had temporarily drawn to a close, Zhuge Xiang's heart was tied to affairs in the Cultivation World, so he did not linger. Having arranged with Elder Ding to meet again in the Immortal Realm, Zhuge Xiang and Mo Lingna left the Asura Path hand in hand...

As expected, the air of the Cultivation World is still the most comfortable to breathe, Zhuge Xiang thought, taking a deep breath and sighing with emotion as he looked up at the blue sky upon returning to the Cultivation World.

"Indeed, the slaughter in the Asura Path is far too heavy, leaving no time for people to rest at all. As for the people in the Immortal Realm, they are far too hypocritical, placing far too much importance on saving face. It's just too exhausting. The Cultivation World is much more comfortable. If we can, let's just stay here in the Cultivation World from now on," Mo Lingna said, always following Zhuge Xiang's lead in everything. Hearing his sigh, she nodded in agreement.

"What you said makes sense. If we have the chance in the future, we truly won't need to ascend," Zhuge Xiang agreed with a nod.

If he had previously harbored some curiosity toward the Immortal and Demonic Realms, these past few days traveling through the Demonic Realm, the Asura Path, and the Immortal Realm had shown Zhuge Xiang that the Immortal and Demonic Realms were not actually as wonderful as imagined. They merely possessed denser spiritual Qi.

After identifying their direction, Zhuge Xiang and Mo Lingna flew together toward the Asura Sect. Zhuge Xiang was eager to find out precisely how the war between the Great Qin