Preparation

The affairs of the Demon Race were complicated. Chen Luo had only taken part in one thread.

But he knew that was merely the most obvious thread. In the shadows, there should have been another—Venerable Black Bird, Grandma Yan, and the others. That group likely had plans of their own, but none of it had anything to do with Chen Luo anymore. He was not of the Demon Race, and he was too lazy to pay attention to such matters.

He had already seen the Demon Race's Dao. All that remained was to return and digest it.

Ordinary cultivation seclusion would definitely not do. Chen Luo prepared to return to the Southern Sky Region and use the Heavenly Tribulation to refine it.

By Chen Luo's calculations, his original chance of successfully transcending the tribulation had been forty percent. With the imprints of Ancestor Gui, Venerable Black Bird, and the others, it had risen to sixty percent. When he left the Demon Race, Great King Huang Hu had also given him two generous gifts. The soul banners refined by those two crazed Soul Cultivators contained many high-quality Baleful Souls, raising Chen Luo's chances by another ten percent.

Adding the pile of old demon brains he had harvested from the Demon Race, his chances had directly risen to ninety-nine percent. The remaining uncertainty was the Inner Demon Tribulation, but even for that, Chen Luo had found a way to deal with it.

The secret art, "Demon Realm."

Chen Luo sat cross-legged atop Black Cloud while Bai Lingling controlled the mist and flew in the direction he had specified.

Three days had passed since they left the Cross-domain Teleportation Formation.

The Demon Race's Cross-domain Teleportation Formation had sent them onto a wasteland. This place was around three months' journey from the Ancient God