Jiang Ding changed the person he was hiding within.
This tiger clan Demon Cultivator named Black Fur did not seem particularly settled. He no longer met Jiang Ding's standards for concealment, and Jiang Ding had even less interest in playing some mysterious old grandfather guiding him to grow stronger.
His experiences were indeed pitiful.
However, beneath the Horned Demon Tribe, what race in this star domain was not like this? Jiang Ding could not even concern himself with all the humans, much less spare the effort to care about a Demon Race Cultivator.
Jiang Ding turned his gaze toward the many Minor Worlds throughout the Flame Stone Star Domain.
Across every region, especially places like the Magic Stone Minor Realm and Flower Cloud Minor Realm controlled by the Flame Liu Imperial Son, the immense racial conflicts that had accumulated for countless years had erupted after nearly twenty years without any suppressive force. Like mountain floods, they were sweeping through every land.
Humans, tiger clans, fox clans, the Skull Vine Demon Clan, the Ox Stone Tribe... and so on. Vast numbers of slave clans had revolted, slaughtering Horned Demon Tribe cultivators and lackey slave clans such as the Magic Rock Tribe. Of course, even more slave clans were attacking and killing one another, plundering Natural Treasures.
All the slave clans had gone mad, growing wild upon lands stripped of order.
Naturally, the assistance of the Nine Great Dao Children was indispensable in this.
Jiang Ding focused his gaze on Black Tiger.
Several months ago, at some point in time, a subtle change had occurred in Black Tiger's divine soul. His emotions had become more sensitive and distinct.
Nothing had appeared out of thin air. It was merely that certain thoughts already present in his heart had become firmer.
This change in