Too Weak

Fish-scale clouds glowed orange-red beneath the setting sun. Light pierced through gaps in the cloud layer, scattering needle-like rays.

Upstream of the White Sand River, a string of bubbles rose from the depths of a secluded pool connected to a waterfall.

The Golden Scale Demon Saint's head emerged from beneath the water. A pungent fishy stench wafted off him, while dark red blood stained the pool. Birds in the woods along the bank beat their wings and scattered, their cries rising in bursts as leaves and feathers drifted down from the air.

Tap.

His foot landed on the ground. The fish scales covering the Golden Scale Demon Saint rapidly faded away, and the bloody stench withdrew bit by bit along with his transformation. By the time he reached the shore, all his Demon Race traits had completely retracted inside his body, leaving him as a middle-aged man with a cold, gloomy expression.

The great change at Holy Mountain had come too suddenly, throwing much of the Golden Scale Demon Saint's planning into disarray.

Fortunately, he still remembered the foundation of it all. As long as he found the Fortune Demon Fox and obtained the fortune needed for breaking through, he could surpass the Void Return Realm and become the first Dao Integration Demon Ancestor in Demon Race history. At that point, whether it was Ancestor Gui or Ancestor Shi, they would all have to crawl at his feet and tremble.

"It should be in this direction."

The Golden Scale Demon Saint stopped by the shore and spread out his demon aura to sense the area.

He had been pursuing Su Linlin all this time, while his subordinates had also been searching for her. But that fox demon was exceedingly cunning, using fortune to conceal her traces. He had tried more