Within Demon Pass, dark clouds shrouded the sky; a storm was brewing.
From time to time, powerful Yang Spirits emerged from the Black Demon Abyss and headed for Demon Pass.
Beyond the Heavens of Ghost Control Heaven carried a deep, powerful aura. Faintly, two Great Supreme Truths seemed to be stationed there.
No one knew how many more powerful figures lay hidden in the shadows.
Because of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, the two sides had recently been thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Within a cramped cave dwelling, Qi Yuan consumed the Black Demon Ancestral Blood and cultivated the "Ancestor Blood Art."
These fifteen days had felt exceptionally long to him.
He was always worried that some Yang Spirit would suddenly pop out and launch a surprise attack on him.
Fortunately, everything had remained peaceful so far.
"Blood Robe's cultivation has soared. He held a banquet and invited quite a few little vixens. Want to come out, listen to some music, and eat a mushroom while you're at it?"
At that moment, a message arrived from Purple Fate Great Snow.
Without a second thought, Qi Yuan refused. "No. I don't like mushrooms."
Qi Yuan was now utterly determined to be a turtle with its head tucked in.
"This isn't an ordinary mushroom. Your sister crafted it with painstaking ingenuity!"
"Then I'm even less likely to eat it. I don't really trust the cooking skills of you Black Demon Abyss cultivators. Your food is rather awful, and you don't even know how to stir-fry.
Hmm... tell me, if I opened a New Oriental culinary training school over there, would I make a fortune?" A wild thought suddenly came to Qi Yuan.
After thinking about it, he shook his head.
Although he missed Blue Star's food,
it truly could not compare