"So what's going on with Grandpa Tree? Isn't he the strongest in the Western Wilderness?"
Wang Wu could not help asking.
"He used to be. Tens of thousands of years ago, it was Grandpa Tree and the great sages of the other clans who launched the Learn from Humans' Strengths Plan. They did maintain the Western Wilderness's golden age for tens of thousands of years. They say that at its peak, everything for a hundred thousand li east of Great Snow Mountain was Western Wilderness territory."
"But you've seen it now. The humans have already surrounded Great Snow Mountain. The hundred thousand li of old Western Wilderness land has become ten human immortal cultivation cities. The humans are expanding far too quickly. If this continues, we may have to flee to the Northern Wasteland or the Southern Wilderness just to survive."
"Does the Western Wilderness have an end?" Wang Wu asked again.
"Of course it does. If you travel west from Heavenly Dao Mountain for another five hundred thousand li or so, they say you'll reach the Endless Sea. But the Western Wilderness is vast, and most of it remains under the rule of the Ancient Tree Clan. They have formed their unique Black Forest—the kind that blots out the sky and covers the sun, where no race other than Ancient Trees and their companion races can possibly survive."
"Grandpa Tree is merely one of the more open-minded members of the Ancient Tree Clan, willing to live peacefully alongside the Demon Race. But honestly, we demons have also been gradually opening up the Black Forest. In human eyes, where we live is the Western Wilderness. But in our eyes, the Black Forest is the true Western Wilderness."
"Enough, stop asking already. You're so long-winded, asking nothing but irrelevant questions. Let