After a brief reunion with Wan Tianlin, Xu Yan prepared to continue his journey, cross the Realm Gate, and return to Qinghua Realm.
After being away for so long, he found himself missing his master.
"The Demon Race..."
Old Man Xiao frowned deeply as he gazed across the Nine Mountain Realm, especially toward Spirit Venerable Mountain.
Those spirit beasts seemed to have changed. A peculiar aura clung to them, something he had never encountered before. It must be the demon aura of the Demon Race.
No matter how he looked at it, something felt wrong.
How had the Demon Race suddenly appeared in the Taicang World?
When he first heard the name Demon Race, he had assumed it was merely a new name for spirit beasts—a faction founded for spirit beasts.
But what he saw now clearly showed otherwise.
The Demon Race had already broken free from the ordinary category of spirit beasts. The rumored cultivation method of the Demon Race, which ignored spirit-beast bloodlines and allowed them to improve through continuous cultivation like martial artists, was not mere fabrication after all?
Thinking this, Old Man Xiao could no longer sit still.
However he looked at it, the Demon Race seemed like a huge hidden threat. It was very likely an influence from the Unchanging Land, prepared to invade the Taicang World.
"The Demon Race was founded by Red Cat? I never thought this Big Cat would really make such a success of it."
Xu Yan laughed.
"You know about the Demon Race?"
Old Man Xiao looked surprised.
"That Red Cat—who is it?"
Xu Yan chuckled. "Red Cat? It's a tiger my master raised. You can think of it as a fat cat if you like. My junior sister fed it a great many pills, and it comprehended the Great