White Clouds, Gray Dogs; Time Slips Away...

An entire half a month had passed since the last chapter of Journey to the West was published.

During those two weeks, the gazes of most of the Demon Race had crossed the Southern Wilderness, flown over Great Xuan, and landed on Mount Fangcun at the human-barbarian border.

They were gazes filled with eager anticipation, gazes of anxious waiting.

Human Race Marquis, Mount Fangcun Master!

What the hell are you waiting for? Hurry up and update!!

Ten days! A full one hundred and twenty hours! What have you been doing on Mount Fangcun?

Climbing mountains for fun?

With that much time, you could have written a chapter with your feet!

Hurry up and release the next part!

It was already a new month!

If you only released one chapter every few days, how could all the Demon Race in the Southern Wilderness get their turn?

Wasn't it just a war?

The barbarians were coming. Couldn't our Demon Race go first?

But you have to leave us some bloodline descendants, right?

What do you mean, acknowledging our ancestors but not Heaven? Wasn't that because Heaven refused to acknowledge us first?

Even an idiot knew that the Heavenly Dao's foundation was surely more formidable than the Demon Ancestor's!

That damned Bloodline Quota had terrified the minor clans and given even the great clans a headache.

Now that we had Journey to the West, our Southern Wilderness could collectively make the decision to betray our ancestors!

There was only one thing stopping the Demon Race from merging into the Heavenly Dao now—your update speed, Chen Luo!

The popularity of Davali Protects Black Bear had lasted long enough. Wasn't it time to change things up?

Our Southern Wilderness actually had plenty of handsome and graceful demons!

Amid that noisy, restless waiting, a figure suddenly